“Crystal, we need to talk.”
Those were not the first words that I wanted to hear when I sat down at the mansion’s dining table that night. I swallowed against the knot that had developed in my throat.
“About what?” I asked.
Andrew grabbed my hands in both of his. The butterflies in my stomach climbed up my esophagus.
“About us…and our relationship.”
My hands trembled inside of his. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was afraid of the worst.
“I love you so much,” he continued, gripping my hands tightly. “I want to share my love with the world. I think it’s time for us to take our relationship public.”
I let out a small breath that I didn’t know I had been holding. He wasn’t breaking up with me.
Then it hit me.
He wanted to take our relationship public. He wanted to tell the worl
