Confess My Feelings

Mariana watched her closely, her sharp gaze not missing the slight tremor in Carmen’s fingers as she clutched her teacup. Then, almost inaudibly, Carmen whispered, “I think I love him.”

Mariana blinked, her mouth parting in shock. “You think?” she echoed.

Carmen exhaled heavily, setting the cup down before burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know how it happened, Mari,” she admitted, her voice thick with frustration. “I didn’t plan this. I was supposed to endure the contract, do my part, and walk away.”

Mariana’s expression hardened. “Oh, Carmi.” She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “I wanted you to fall in love one day. But not with him.”