Ramsey
My face remained impassive. This wasn't what I had expected.
"Congratulations," I said coolly. "Although I won't be able to attend, I will send my felicitations. Or perhaps Lenny can go on my behalf." I turned to leave. "If there's nothing else…"
Before I could take a step, Cassidy was behind me instantly, her arms wrapping around my waist as she pressed her face against my back, desperately clinging to me. Her voice trembled with sobs.
"Please, Ramsey. I still love you," she sobbed. "I can't do this – I can't marry him. I don't want to. I need you. I need us."
I stiffened at her touch, feeling my irritation for her heighten. Gently, but firmly, I pried her arms away from my body. "Cassidy, respect yourself. This display is so beneath you. Do you want to be accused of infidelity even before you marry?"
I began to move again, but she darted ahead of me, blocking my path. Her eyes were red-rimmed, wild and pleading.
