Bravyn leaned back in the plush armchair, his expression serious as he spoke. I could sense the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between us. I quickly strapped myself up because, although Mary had told me a lot, I still needed Bravyn's words to be sure—that is, if he decided to be honest and tell the truth.
"You are the sweetest thing that has happened to me, but I expect you to be strong because everyone, including my father, brother, and sister, will be against me being a waitress in my hotel." Bravyn's voice was filled with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. His words lingered heavily in the air, punctuated by the distant hum of the air conditioning.
My world stopped in the middle of the chaotic house the moment Bravyn said those poignant words. The clinking of cu
