His Future Wife

"I have nothing to say to you," I muttered, stepping around him and striding off.

'What does Alistair even want to talk about? Does he just want to hear me say, to his face, that I must've been blind to choose Tristan?' I thought.

I don't owe it to him to feed his sad little ego.

I hurried to the restaurant, and Sienna had already taken care of the ordering. But she wasn't sitting alone.

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