Blair's pov
Dorothy's laughter stopped abruptly, and she cleared her throat. "Blair, what do you mean by both? You can't be serious."
I sighed, knowing this conversation wouldn't be easy. "I am, Dorothy. I'm stuck between them. Gabriel claims to love me and would die for me, but I don't feel the same way. At least not anymore. And Sinclair... well, Sinclair is a whole different story, but in summary, I love Sinclair so much that I'm not willing to let go of what we share..."
"Blair, this isn't as complicated as you make it seem. Why don't you just tell Gabriel off, and he won't bother you anymore? " Dorothy said, and I rolled my eyes.
"That's not the problem, actually.." I said, and her eyes widened.
"There's more?" She asked, and I could see that her curiosity piqued.
