Later, once the scar on my wrist had completely faded away, Dylan took me to pick a gown for our engagement party.
So much time had passed since I last saw Vernon. He had shown up in front of the shop with a bouquet of red roses. However, I was no longer excited to see him.
“Avril, I don’t want to marry Peggy anymore. Over the past few days, I’ve already come to understand who I truly like. You’re the only one I love now!”
Gone was the cold pride in Vernon’s eyes. All I saw was desperation in his gaze.
At that moment, he looked like any other man in the world. He was no different from those exes who begged their ex–girlfriends to forgive them and take them back.