Chapter 2

Seraphina POV

By the time I fully registered her face, all the blood in my veins ran cold.

It was Willow. Blake's "bestie," the one he swore was "like a sister."

In the video, he was kneeling, sliding the diamond ring-my ring-onto her finger.

The comments section drowned in heart emojis and cries of "True love goals!"

I closed the app.

Two weeks ago, Blake had said he needed to do a favor for Willow, who was "so scared of commitment."

So this was the favor.

A proposal more elaborate than the one he'd ever given me.

Right then, a notification lit up my screen. A message from Blake.

"What should we do for dinner tonight?"

I left it on read.

I screenshotted their embrace and posted it on Ins. My caption was brutal: "Dreams come true. Congrats to my fiancé Blake Harrison and his 'bestie' on their happy ending. Enjoy!"

Blake called instantly, his voice seething. "Seraphina! What is this? Delete it now!"

"Who's the crazy one here, you or me?" I fired back.

"I told you! It was a favor for Willow! She wanted to experience it! As her best friend, how could I refuse?"

When I stayed silent, Blake seemed to hear his own anger. He took a breath, softening his tone slightly.

"You know Willow's 'anti-marriage.' She's family to all of us. Nothing is going on. Don't be dramatic."

His words struck me as utterly absurd.

"Dramatic? So, unless you help her 'experience' her wedding night too, I'm 'dramatic'?!"

Blake roared, his anger flaring.

"Seraphina! Don't be so disgusting! Do you think everyone's as high-maintenance as you? Willow has always been upfront; she's not as twisted as you are!"

"Fine, I'm twisted. I've desecrated your sacred friendship." At that moment, I just felt exhausted.

"I'm not marrying you." I couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. I just hung up.