Ruins of Us
Abigail shouted.
She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!"
I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy.
"I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said.
I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."