GIGI
I sat there, trying not to show my anxiety, but each second felt heavier.
Where is Cian?
I kept looking at the door, my chest tightening every time I saw what appeared to be someone approaching, only to reveal that it was someone else. Something was not right—why else would he take so long when everyone was waiting for him? I fidgeted in my lap, twisting the ring on my finger, and swallowed hard, hoping no one would notice how glued I was to the door.
Just then, Cian's mother entered the room. She walked right up to me, a warm, knowing smile on her face. Leaning in, she whispered in my ear, “Cian had to make a call. He’ll be in just now.”
Relief washed over me, and I nodded, thanking her. I had not sent her to check, but she must have noticed how I kept looking. I appreciated
