Chapter 19

Teagan's Point of View

Breathe. Don't let him know that you are shaking on the inside. Confidence. You got this.

The mantra replayed in my mind on a loop. Circled over and over again whilst I stood in front of that door.

After the maid had left, I remained neatly in the foyer. Did my best not to fidget with my fingers. My rings. Or any piece of clothing.

This was my last chance. Last crack at it before I tucked tail and ran back home.

It hadn't even been a week here and I was already coming apart at the seams. Pitiful. But nothing a good few sessions with Harland's therapist couldn't fix. Or rather, it would grant me the tools to fix myself.

I could hear Jonah chuckling from the dining room. A chair screeched against the tiles. Another followed and I already knew who it was.

No backing off now. I had to stand my ground and demand the proposal be accepted, despite my reluctance to rekindle my relationship with my parents. Bellamy just had to take a backseat regarding this matter.

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