ARIANNA"Has anyone ever told you that you're terrible at jokes?" I snapped. Evan nodded, smug like he'd been waiting for the moment."If you already know that, stop trying to be funny," I stated, my voice was sharp yet flat. It was as if I were holding on by a thread.“Okay,” he mouthed like a child, but I could see the calculation in his eyes.So I swung open the door and stepped into the hallway. I needed air and silence. But barely a second passed before his hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me back."You didn’t pick either of the options,” he said, as if he were simply reminding me about lunch.“That’s because your options are a damn joke.” I ripped my hand from his grasp."I wasn’t joking,” he said, voice quiet but heavy. He meant it. God help me, Evan Gates was serious.I laughed, though it was short and bitter. “Yeah, right.”“If you marry him, the problem will be solved. If you marry me—well, the media would be too busy exploding over the story of me getting married to
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