I make it two streets before I stop. For a few seconds, I stand beside the rental car with my keys in my hand, staring at absolutely nothing while two words keep repeating in my head.
My fiancée.
Of all the things Julian could have said, he picked that. Then he took me into his office, looked me in the face and told me he hadn't changed his mind. He still said no. Again.
I should get in the car. I should go home, deal with whatever version of Edward is waiting for me and come back tomorrow at noon like I said I would. Instead, I notice the coffee shop across the street and somehow, five minutes later, I'm standing inside ordering enough coffee for an entire garage.
This is not me going back to argue with him. I promised I wouldn't ask again, and I meant it. Coffee doesn't count. At lea
