Destiny's POV
"You need to change now, Des — it's almost dinner!" Lela's voice rang out as she barged into my room without knocking.
I didn't look up right away. My fingers moved carefully over the sketchpad on my drawing table, the soft sound of pencil against paper grounding me. I was halfway through a new design for our shop's next batch of souvenirs — delicate keychains shaped like blooming wildflowers.
"I told you I'm not coming with you, Lela. I don't want to see him anymore." I said calmly, though my tone carried a sharpness I hadn't intended.
"And I don't care if Red bought that dress. I didn't ask him for it. He can keep it. Better yet, he should go back to the big city where he belongs. I hated that he came to this place and ruined my peace." I added with disdain.
