I stood there, dumbfounded, fingers clutching my phone tight. My head was completely blank, heart all over the place—every emotion rushed in except happiness.
Jordan would do anything for me. I could probably do the same for him. But the more I thought about what Emma said, the more it hit me—he was never my first choice, but I’ve always been his.
Just like how, in my past life, I always put Ronald first, like he was my whole world. That kind of difference was so obvious, and yet I needed Emma to spell it out for me before I caught even a glimpse of how Jordan really felt.
Emma must’ve caught on that she pushed too hard because her tone softened a bit.
"Isabella, I... I’m not trying to guilt-trip you. It’s his choice to like you, and whether you like him back is up to you. I
