Early the next morning, I was woken up by a barrage of notification sounds.
I opened my phone and saw that Tristan had tagged me.
@Clara, I'll be proposing to you at Grand Plaza. I won't leave until you come.
My stomach churned with disgust. This was nothing but blatant emotional blackmail.
The comments section was flooded with people gushing over them, and someone even came to my page to comment:
A: [Mr. Brooks loves you so much, just say yes already!]
I unblocked Tristan and texted him.
Clara: Is this fun for you?
Tristan sent a voice message back, his tone dripping with an oily sweetness that made me want to throw up. "Clara, whether you come or not, I'll be waiting for you."
When I went downstairs, Julian was staring at me intently. He pushed a freshly made sandwich toward me.
