Instead of getting angry, Gilbert smirked. Pretending not to want money? He scoffed inwardly. Wasn't that how she won over Grandma Mathilde?
"Don't want money?" Gilbert leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Then maybe you want to be a top designer? That's easy. Just be obedient." His tone was cool, almost mocking.
A fire lit inside Cherry's chest, hot, furious, uncontrollable.
My dream, how dare he,
Without thinking, she shoved him hard and slapped him across the face. The sharp sound cracked through the air.
"You have no shame!" Cherry shouted, her voice shaking with anger and unshed tears.
The silence after was deafening. Gilbert slowly turned his head back toward her, his dark eyes glinting,not with rage, but with something sharper, colder.
"I told you, the person who'll slap me hasn't been born yet," he said quietly.
