Finn Wilson stood too close, his masculine presence enveloping her, making Viola Harris tense all over, his hands on her shoulders like two sharp knives, sending chills down her spine.
She abruptly stood up, "I, I need to go to the restroom."
Finn Wilson's sudden change caught her off guard.
If it were two years ago, when she asked him to marry her, she wouldn't have needed him to put much thought into a proposal; she would have agreed.
Now, time has changed many things, and she is no longer who she was.
She wanted to call Amelia Clarke, only to realize her phone wasn't with her.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a knock suddenly came on the door, Viola Harris held her breath and stared at the frosted glass door of the restroom, soon hearing Finn Wilson's voice from outside, "Viola, I don't know the reason why you broke up with me two years ago, but in these two years, I have never forgotten you."
