Everyone wanted to talk to my fiancée. Her cookies were a huge hit, disappearing long before any of the other desserts.
When had she become more important than I was? She was the sidekick. I was the star. I was always the one who commanded the room.
How had it changed? I frowned as I thought about it.
It had been the same last week.
When she was beside me, people spoke to me, engaged me in conversation. When we were separated, they were polite, but distant—there was no small talk or personal
observations.
Instead, it revolved around business. It was what I knew best.Rubliana brought a warmth and ease to the interactions.
Somehow, she made me more likable; her
softness was doing exactly what I wanted it to do.
It was what I needed, yet somehow, it still angered me. It made me feel as if I needed her.
I didn't need anyone.
Mateo chuckled. "Okay, Ethan, quit glowering at the accounting department.
