“Do you…think she’d ever forgive me?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “She already did,” Selene said. “Gracelynn doesn’t hold grudges and especially not against you. You are the one who hasn’t forgiven yourself yet.” “And my future husband,” I added. Selene huffed. “His opinions don’t count.” My lips twitched, even through the tears. “You really do hate him?” “He made you cry, my precious girl. Of course I hate him and please, for the love of God, don’t start crying. You’ll mess up your mascara!”
