“Thank you.” It’s hard not to blush.
“We have so much in common—coming from magical families and all, and you know that I’m about to go off to magical law school. I should’ve done it sooner, but as they say, better late than never.”
Edward’s thirty years old, just to clarify.
“I completely understand,” I say, straightening my spine. That tag is still driving me nuts. I press my back to the chair, hoping that’ll ease the itch, but it only makes it worse.
“And you’re adorable with the way you order food, so picky.”
Why are we still talking about the way I order meals and not about getting engaged?“Well, I like things the way I like them.”
“And you’re very refined.”
“Thank you.”
Here it comes.He’s giving me big googly eyes, and his teeth are supercharged. The glinting is off the charts.
“And since I’ll eventually be running for office, you can imagine that I’ll need a partner who’s my match in every way.”
That’s me.Sign me up!“Absolutely.”
“And since my family is magical and I’m a well-trained wizard, it would only make sense to have a witch at my side.”
“Of course.”
“And that witch must be my magical match.”
My fingers curl into the napkin from excitement. “Definitely.”
“Which is why I’m…”
I hold my breath, waiting for Edward to finish his sentence.
And then he does.
2
“And that’s why I’m breaking up with you.”
Somewhere in the background, a record scratches. “What?”
He sits back, a cocky grin plastered to his face. “You’re great and all, but you can’t work magic and you’re so picky. You’re not who I’m supposed to be with.”
I completely deflate. “So you’re not proposing?”
He laughs.Actually laughs.“I’m definitely not proposing.”
It takes a moment for me to wrap my head around this news. It seems so wrong. But there’s no denying the lack of Edward on his knees holding a velvet-plushed box that contains the cushion-cut diamond I’ve been dreaming about my whole life.
I rub the spot between my brows. “You’re…breaking up with me.”
“Bingo.”
All around me are tables filled with people. Then it hits me. Edward’s dumping me in public so that I don’t make a scene.
“Look, if you had magic, that would be one thing. But youand I both know that you’re the one Thornrose who never got it.” He sucks his teeth. “Shame.”
This tag’s driving me crazy. My fingers curl and uncurl as I stop myself from clawing my back.
