STEFAN
Shit.
Sara watched me furiously.
"I'm not saying Kara would do something to hurt you, Stefan. But she's not in her right mind. Don't blame me. It can't be that our recent arguments are all because of her. I don't care if you don't believe me, Stefan. Don't marry me, and the problem is solved," she concluded. Sara turned around with no intention of continuing the conversation.
Sara walked away from me, but I went after her and hugged her from behind.
"No, Sara. Don't go. Forgive me. I'm not at my best, and I get angry with you. You have nothing to do with it," I apologized.
"I don't know if I'll marry you because you don't trust me, Stefan," she clarified.
"No, I don't distrust you. I believe in your words. I was stupid a moment ago. Forgive me, Sara. I'll do whatever you want," I assured.
"What do I want?" she asked.
"Yes."