Ryan's voice cut through the air, halting Arwen mid-sentence. She paused, but even so, she didn't turn to look at him. With her back towards him, she stood still, as if, for a moment, he hadn't heard him call her.
Beca, who was standing too close to Arwen, noticed the subtle shift in her expression. Though Arwen maintained her calm and composed demeanor, Beca caught the fleeting flicker of coldness in her gaze.
If she had any lingering doubt that her son had lost his chance with Arwen before, this moment erased it completely.
Arwen had moved on. And even if the world turned upside down, she would not spare Ryan a second chance.
Not that Beca complained. If anything, she felt proud. Proud that —Arwen wasn't the woman the kind of woman to waver once she made up her mind.