Tina stormed off. Her best friend didn't even try to call her back. Instead, she gave Weston a solid kick and hissed, "You ever heard of thinking before you speak? Or did you swallow garbage today because

that's what it sounded like!"

Weston ran a hand through his hair and hurried after Tina.

Tina had barely stepped out of the bar when Weston caught her by the arm, his voice low and apologetic, "I messed up. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You didn't mess up," Tina said, "You're right. Guys are often led by their desires, but Phillip's not like that."

"Okay, okay, he's a saint then," Weston quickly backed down, not wanting to push her further. "So why are you mad? You scared me."

It wasn't that Tina thought Phillip was some playboy. She knew better than that.

She suddenly realized, whether it was his indulgence or his tenderness, it was all because she was his fiancee.

would've treated her the same way

that was something she'd

wouldn't have minded if she didn't love

them I love you, and you love me, and if they try to split us up, they'd be the villains

your mind?" Tina looked at

can't stand seeing you like

softly, nodding toward a figure standing

the night. His gaze settled

of late autumn

the day, the rustling trees and the rowdy street unable

her hand back

a white cashmere scarf, shifting his gaze from Weston, and

gotten colder

Tina stood

too calm, and at this close range, Tina was sure he

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