Amethyst’s POV
“Honeymoon? I didn’t sign up for a honeymoon,” I said to Devon while we were seated in the car, the engine humming softly around us.
“It’s a week in Hawaii, Amethyst,” he replied, loosening his tie as if that would make this situation any easier for me to digest.
“I’m not going,” I asserted firmly, my voice unwavering.
Devon turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted.
I narrowed my eyes at him in defiance.
“No, I won’t,” I retorted, emphasizing my refusal.
Devon sighed heavily, as if he were the one facing an impossible task.
“What will it take for you to agree to this, Amethyst? It’s just a trip,” he said, attempting to downplay the notion.
“You don’t have to do anything, just cancel it, Devon. I’m not going on a trip alone
