Olivia's POV
The last week has been full of me doing my best to avoid André. I was upset that I had hurt him, and I knew that he probably needed some space away from me.
I watched him in the shadows, and I could still see the sadness in his eyes when he looked around, and I ducked out of his sight.
I still didn't want him telling anyone about our relationship, and I knew that he was more than ready to take it a step further.
I was in my room, lying on my bed. The breeze was cool and I heard André's car zoom off as he was going to work. I had taken a lot of time to give André's proposal some thought, and I had concluded.
Maybe it was time to tell everyone.
I had given it a lot of thought and the consequences that I was so afraid of didn't seem to be much or even a reason to be afraid
