Calista

　　Cedric opened his mouth as if ready to speak, but a single look from me was enough to still his words. My gaze swept across them all, my frustration palpable in the air.

　　"That's enough," I declared firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. "I'm done with this. I'll choose my path. I won't go on a date with any of you. So, I'll pick my dress," I continued, my irritation and anger boiling over.

　　They fell silent, realizing the gravity of my ...