Calista
Cedric opened his mouth as if ready to speak, but a single look from me was enough to still his words. My gaze swept across them all, my frustration palpable in the air.
"That's enough," I declared firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. "I'm done with this. I'll choose my path. I won't go on a date with any of you. So, I'll pick my dress," I continued, my irritation and anger boiling over.
They fell silent, realizing the gravity of my words.
"I've made my decision," I announced, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I refuse to let this situation drag on. My choice is final," I asserted, shutting down any potential dissent.
I was relieved when they remained silent, respecting my resolve.
"Right," Draven murmured solemnly.
Zane sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Calista. But," his voice was subdued as he trailed off. I nodded at him, meeting his eyes with a pleading expression.