NovelBar“Jessie?”
Melissa's voice was tinged with concern, her body frozen, unsure how to approach her.
Jessie, however, seemed to have arrived at a serene acceptance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Thank you for making that call, Melissa. But there's no need to plead with that man on my behalf,” she said, her tone light but firm.
“So, he's chosen to marry on the same day, hasn't he?” Melissa was at a loss, unsure of what to say.
With a dismissive flip of her hair and a carefree smile, Jessie declared, “Don't worry about me. I've made up my mind. I'm going to live for myself from now on. The engagement is off.” Jessie's voice, shaky and raw, broke through the tense silence. “I'm going to Heron." “Jessie” Melissa began, her voice trailing off into uncertainty, unsure of how to articulate her swirling thoughts.
With a resigned yet defiant smile, Jessie assured her, “Don't worry.
I have no intentions of causing a scene at his wedding. | just need to see it for myself-close this chapter, so to speak. After that, even if Albert were to beg for my forgiveness someday, | wouldn't spare him a second glance.”
Her voice softened, vulnerable. “Would you... could you come with me, Melissa?” It was clear, in that moment, that Melissa was Jessie's anchor in the storm.
Torn, Melissa felt the weight of the decision. Going could mean risking her job, not to mention the promise she made to Marcus about returning before midnight.
‘s Yet, how could she refuse Jessie, her friend in need? With no other option, Melissa called Marcus, her voice tight with concern. His immediate understanding of the situation took her by surprise. “You want to go to Heron? To witness Albert's wedding?” he asked, almost as if he'd expected the call.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You knew?” Melissa was stunned.
Marcus’ response was light, almost playful. “Seems like you're just catching up, Miss Brown. Maybe it shows where you stand with Mr.
Waston.” In that moment, Melissa wasn't in the mood for jests or jabs at her professional standing.
Cutting straight to the chase, she asked, “Are you okay with it or not?” “Of course | am.” Marcus replied, his tone unexpectedly supportive.
“What better way to put this behind you than to see it through to the
end?” Marcus extended his support further by offering the necessary invitations to the ceremony. “I'l do you one better and provide the invitations for the ceremony. Without them, you wouldn't be able to access the hotel,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Fowler,” Melissa responded with an eye-roll.
“You're welcome,” Marcus replied, his tone laced with irony, marking the end of their conversation.
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