Lawrence.
The look on Leonard's face was absolutely priceless. I had never seen him look so stunned, so shaken, and so utterly speechless before.
For a brief moment, I almost wanted to laugh.
Just imagine the audacity he had.
Out of everyone standing here, he was actually the one asking Theresa to choose only one of us.
The irony of it all was almost laughable.
Did he seriously believe she was still hopelessly in love with him?
Did he honestly think that after everything that had happened between them, she would simply point at him without a second thought?
His confidence irritated me more than I cared to admit.
Still, despite the satisfaction that came from seeing his expression, a dull ache settled heavily in my chest.
I couldn't deny it.
When Theresa refused to choose me, it hurt, much more than I wanted to admit.
There had been a tiny part of me that had hoped she would look past everyone else and call my name.
