CELESTE’S POV
Kieran’s words echoed in my mind even after he walked away, slamming the terrace door behind him.
‘You humiliated yourself tonight.’
I stood there for a long moment, stunned, the cold air licking at my bare shoulders. The applause from inside had faded, replaced by a low hum of music and chatter.
My special night was still unfolding, and here I was, left out in the cold.
Kieran had never spoken to me like that before, and the sting was worse because I never expected it.
I thought he’d stand beside me tonight, like he always used to—like he promised to.
And yet…
He looked at me like I was the problem. Like I’d committed some kind of grave sin for wanting to have a perfect night to celebrate our love.
How dare he insinuate that I don’t care about him?
If he didn’t like his outfit or my decorations, then he should have said something. Wasn’t that what couples did?
They communicated and they faced issues together.
