MARIA'S POV
After stepping away from Connor and freeing myself from his grasp, he cleared his throat nervously.
His eyes sank deeply into mine as he prepared to speak.
"Maria, isn't that the dress I got you last night?" he asked and there was a brief moment of silence between us before he continued.
"Why do you still have that?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise as he gestured towards the gift in my hand.
I gulped, staring into his deep eyes, thinking of the best way to make my self clear.
I met his gaze firmly. "I appreciate your concerns, Connor, but I don't want it," I replied.
"What? Then you should have simply said so, I could have gotten another dress for you," he said calmly.
Confusion clouded his features.
"But... last night, you seemed like you accepted it," he sta
