Confusion

"Take responsibility for Garrett. Marry him."

Elice must be dreaming or hallucinating. Because it seemed completely nonsensical that Daphne would say something so absurd. Marriage? Between her and Garrett?

"W-what?"

Daphne sighed deeply and reached for the teacup in front of her. Instead of answering the question, she savored her first sip of the now chilled, reddish-golden liquid. No longer too hot, as it had been when first served.

There was a slight exhale as Daphne enjoyed the drink, letting each drop moisten her throat, which felt dry from the conversation they had just had.

"I'm sure I made myself very clear. But if you need a replay, that's fine. I'll say it again," Daphne said casually. "I want you to marry Garrett."

Elice certainly didn't need a second shock to make her heart stop beating inside. She had heard it clearly. But she really did not understand.

"M-marry Garrett?"

Daphne nodded. "Aren't you Garrett's girlfri