It felt like a thunderstrike. Lindsay realized she had crossed a line with Brandon, and her mind went blank. She had no idea how to fix this. "Brandon," she finally said, her voice shaky. "Even if I have a foreign passport, I'm still Osceitonian, okay? You don't need to question my-" But before she could say anything else, a staff member came over, saying the party had started and inviting them to take a seat. Brandon took a slow breath and said calmly, "Let's eat first. We will talk after."
He turned and walked away. However, the calmer he was, the more nervous Lindsay got.
She walked slowly, her mind racing. "What do I do now?"
This was serious. There was no way to smooth this over with a simple conversation.
Lindsay knew Brandon too well. She couldn't keep playing this game-she had to make a choice: either move forward with the immigration or stay with him.
