Ethan’s POV

I stood there with the necklace extended, waiting for Rosalie to tell me whether or not she would accept it. She just stood in the moonlight, and she didn’t move.

I had never seen her as angry as she was a minute ago, when she had yelled at me and told me how she had felt about things back then.

I certainly couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be mad at me. In fact, she should’ve been even angrier than she was. If it had been me in her shoes, I would’ve been cursing ...