That was a failure. Coco thought, her eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and concern.
Maybe I shouldn't have asked Zaque first out of four of them? She added to her previous thought, her feet carrying her inside the house.
She knew that Zaque likes her, but she didn't know that he likes her that much for him to look quite offended at her question after she explained why she was curious— she wanted to look someone perfect for him.
Yeah, she told him that she wanted to look for someone he could marry.
After that, Zaque forced a smile, stood up abruptly, and excused himself from her— his brisk pace going faster until he was sprinting inside the house.
She stayed seated in her spot and gazed around the backyard, letting the air whisk past her skin, just enjoying the silent and peaceful atmosphere of the backyard with the pastries Zaque brought to her.
When she ate everything, she picked up the tray and left the gazebo.
