Chapter 25
Brielle’s POV The conversation somehow survived after that. Barely. Mostly because Grandma immediately forced everyone to keep eating before Wren could start narrating the emotional collapse happening at the table in real time. “Some of us are trying to enjoy dinner,” Grandma informed her firmly. “I am enjoying dinner,” Wren argued. “This is the best meal I’ve had all year.” “You are not helping.” Grandpa muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like: “God help us.” Brielle stared down at her plate, trying very hard to gather her thoughts back into something manageable. Which was impossible. Because Thaddeus had just admitted he regretted rejecting her. Casually. In front of her entire family. And somehow the worst part was that he didn’t look embarrassed
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