With that, he shook off my hand and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, sobbing against the wall, not caring about my makeup. A few minutes later, Jack came back in, placing the bouquet on the table quietly, and handed me a tissue. “Charlotte… I’m sorry. I think Ethan misunderstood.”

I clenched my palms, forcing the tears back. “It’s fine.”

Erin sat down beside me, cautiously. ...