As I broke the hug and looked worried, John's expression turned serious. "What's wrong, Mirabel?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned.
"It's Andrew," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think he's going to take this well."
John's face hardened, his jaw clenched in determination. "He will," he said, his voice firm and resolute.
I looked at him, my eyes wide with concern. "Are you sure? Because I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Andrew is still mad at the present you gave to me " I asked, my voice trembling. "He's always been so opposed to our relationship."
John nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "I know," he said. "But I will talk to him , Mirabel. I will explain everything to him, and he will understand."
I wasn't so sure, but John's confidence was reassuring. Maybe
