“Why?” It rushed out of me, my eyes burning with emotion. “Why do you want to marry me?” His jaw ticked in thought. “Some people might see you . . . differently by being with me unmarried.” My heart dipped and squeezed in disappointment. This was all about appearances? I guessed I should have known. “I don’t care how people see me.” “I do,” he growled. “I don’t want anyone to think you mean less to me than you do. You might not see it now, but eventually, it’ll get to you, Gianna, and you’ll resent me for it.”
