—Eloise—

The walls seemed to be closing in on me.

Two days had passed since my parents told me I was going to marry Caleb Holt, but I still hadn't figured out how to accept it.

I sat huddled in the jacuzzi in my bathroom, the steam curling around me.

My phone rang again on the counter.

Nathaniel.

I stared at his name until the call ended.

A second later, another call came through.

Mother.

I declined it.

I wasn't ready to hear anyone's explanation. Not when every answer ...