âYou look beautiful,â Mom whispers as she helps me put on the diamond necklace Grandpa gave me to wear tonight. My gaze roams over my reflection in the mirror, taking in the stunning emerald green dress. It accentuates my every curve, and Noah wouldâve loved seeing me in this.
I bite down on my lip as a fresh wave of crippling heartache washes over me. I let my eyes fall closed and inhale shakily, forcing him out of my thoughts.
âAre you all right, sweetheart?â
My eyes meet Momâs in the mirror, and I force a smile onto my face. âIâm great. Wonderful.â
She raises her brow and sighs. âDonât do this, Amara. If your heart isnât in it, then donât do it.â
I laugh, the sound harsh. âBe thankful and do your part,â I tell her. âThatâs what you told me, isnât it? Stop chasing foolish dreams.â I grit my teeth, trying my best to suppress the anger, the pain, the helplessness. âYou were right, mother. I was foolish. I was dumb. Iâm falling in line now. Iâm doing my part. What more could you possibly want? How is this still not enough?â
She grabs my shoulders and gently turns me toward her. âI was wrong. I was bitter, and I was wrong, Amara. I realized how wrong I was when I saw how happy you were. I want that for you.â
I chuckle. âYeah, and how did choosing happiness work out for you? You told me to learn from you, and I wish I had. I wish I hadnât tried to chase after my own happiness â because that doesnât exist, mother. It isnât real. Love isnât real, and it isnât worth it.â
She looks me in the eye, her expression unnerving. âIf love isnât real, then why are you sacrificing everything for Noah? Why are you throwing away everything you worked for? Did you think I wouldnât find out about your deal with Grandpa? Your company and an engagement in return for Noahâs freedom and a guaranteed prosperous career path.â
I look away, facing the mirror instead. I lean in to touch up my lipstick, trying my best to hide how badly my hands are shaking. âYouâre wrong,â I tell her. âI was just tired of the company, the continuous struggle, the failure. Besides, Gregory is a nice guy. Heâll never hurt me. Iâll have a good life with him.â
Momâs eyes meet mine in the mirror, her expression so tense that I canât hold her gaze. âHe wonât hurt you because youâll never let him close enough. Heâll never have your heart. Thatâs no way to live, Amara. I wonder⦠what do you see when you look in the mirror? Because when I look at you, itâs not my daughter I see. Not anymore. Donât lose sight of who you are. Donât let pain jade you and guide you into making choices you canât undo.â
She shakes her head and walks away, pausing to look at me when she reaches the door. I stare at her through the mirror, seeing vulnerability in her expression thatâs never been there before. âDonât become like me, Amara.â
She walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. Her words haunt me for the rest of the night. With every person walking up to me to congratulate me, my anxiety increases, but itâs too late now. Noah wants nothing to do with me, and even if he did, my grandfather wonât let him near me â not without taking his future in return.
âDance with me,â Gregory says, his hand wrapping around mine. I instinctively recoil, the way I have for weeks now. Itâs subtle, but it doesnât escape his notice. His smile drops just a fraction, and I instantly feel guilty. He wraps his arms around me, his eyes on mine. âIt might take months, or it might take years. But one day, youâll look at me the way you used to. I know that youâll never look at me the way you looked at him, Amara. I know that, but in time, you and I will be happy together.â
âContent,â I whisper. âWeâll be content, the way we were before. You never loved me either, not truly. You might think you did, but I doubt youâve ever actually been in love.â
He twirls me around on the dance floor before pulling me back to him. The way he looks straight past me⦠the longing, the regret. Itâs an expression I know all too well. Itâs one Iâve seen in the mirror every single day since Noah walked out on us. âYou have,â I murmur. âYou have been in love.â
He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at me, smiling grimly. âArenât you going to ask me who she is?â
I blink, realization dawning. I should care. I should at least care that the man Iâm marrying loves someone else, but all I feel is relief.
âHow did he get in?â Gregory says, his voice laced with anger. He lets go of me, and I turn around, my heart racing. Thereâs only one man that could possibly anger Gregory tonight.
Itâs him.
Noah stands by the entrance, his eyes on me. He walks toward me with such confidence that the crowd instinctively parts for him. His steps are slow and sure, his eyes never leaving mine. Noah pauses in front of me, rendering me speechless for a single second before I spring into action, signaling the guards to have him escorted out of the room. Instead of obeying my silent commands, every single guard looks down at their shoes, ignoring my request.
âAmara,â Noah says, his voice laced with the same pain I feel.
âNo,â I say, cutting him off before he has a chance to say anything else. âLeave.â
He smiles. He has the gall to smile at me after showing up here uninvited, today of all days. âI will, if you come with me.â
I look around, finding everyone staring at us with undisguised interest. âIâm not sure youâve noticed, but this is my engagement party. You need to leave.â
Noahâs smile melts off his face, and he nods. âYou look beautiful,â he says, his eyes roaming over my body. He grits his teeth, and when his eyes move back up to mine, theyâre filled with jealousy and pain. I instantly want to tell him itâs not what he thinks, that Gregory hasnât touched me, but I resist.
âI love you,â he says, his words loud enough to elicit gasps from the people surrounding us. âThereâs a lot I donât know, Amara. I donât know what our future will look like. I donât know if Iâll ever be able to give you the live you could have with Gregory. I donât know if Iâll ever be able to look your father in the eye without thinking of mine. I donât know if Iâll ever be good enough for you. Thereâs a lot I donât know, Amara⦠but I know that I love you. I know that I always will. I know Iâll never give up on us, and every single day for the rest of our lives, Iâll prove that to you if youâll let me.â
Noah sinks down to his knees, and my eyes widen when he takes a diamond engagement ring out of his suit jacket. âIâve been crazy about you from the second you walked into my office, Amara. Every interaction with you since then resulted in you stealing another piece of my heart. I didnât even realize my battered heart was capable of love, but before I knew it I was so in love with you I couldnât see a life without you. I still canât, Amara. I tried, and I can tell you with full certainty that a life without you in it isnât a life worth living. And thatâs exactly what we should do, Amara. We should live.â
The way he looks at me, the sincerity in his eyes⦠I want to believe him, but I canât. Not when I know what he went through. What my family took from him, once in the past, and then all over again recently.
âI canât promise you that itâll be easy, because I donât think it will be. Itâll be hard, my love. Thereâs a lot weâll need to overcome. The odds are stacked against us, and you and I⦠we have some healing to do. It wonât be perfect, and at times it might not be pretty, but you and I can get through anything if weâre together. Every day for the rest of my life, Iâll choose you. Iâll choose you over the past, the pain, the loss. Iâll choose you, and Iâll continue to put you and our happiness first. So please, Amara Astor, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you give me a chance to prove my words? Will you marry me?â
I look up, finding Grandpa standing beside us, his hand on Gregoryâs shoulder, as though heâs holding him back. Grandpa nods at me, a sweet smile on his face.
âNo,â I say, my voice breaking. âNo, Noah.â