Nyla
My face fell. A sharp pang of regret hit me square in the chest. I had thrown that beautiful necklace away in a fit of anger and jealousy, and now it was gone. The one thing he had chosen for me. The one thing that had made me feel seen.
“Well… it’s all right,” I mumbled, trying to hide how much it hurt.
“Don’t worry,” he added quickly, offering a small smile. “I’ll get you another one. A much prettier one.”
I shook my head. “I actually want that necklace. The same one.”
He smiled softly, his eyes warm. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get it for you.”
Before I could say anything else, Garrett stepped out of the house, looking between us with a cautious expression.
“All right then,” he said. “Let’s go.”
They started walking away together. My heart squeezed. I couldn’t just let them leave lik
