CHAPTER 135: Now That I've Got A Ring

Desiree's POV

For the first time in days—no, weeks—Caspian is finally heading out of the house. I watch him adjust his tie in the mirror by the door, his face looking oddly alive with something that almost resembles eagerness. He’s got that rare sparkle in his eye, the one I’ve seen too few times lately, as if he’s back to chasing some semblance of purpose. Finally.

I lean against the doorframe, arms folded, giving him one last scrutinizing look as he straightens his coat. He catches my gaze in the mirror, giving me a lopsided smile, and it’s almost enough to soften me. Almost.

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” he says, just like that, as if we’d been discussing mundane grocery lists and not the enormous and inconvenient subject of my estranged family.

“What?” I ask, knowing full well what he’s getting at.

His eyes narrow a fraction. “Call your parents, Cherry. Do it for me.”

I make a face, one that I hope conveys just how little I want to hear this right now. “I’ll thi