Freya
“Would you do me the honor of this first dance?”
I stared at Kael’s outstretched hand with barely concealed disgust. It wasn’t just his presumption that I’d actually want to dance with him that bothered me—although that was certainly part of it—but the sight of the ring on his finger and the watch on his wrist.
I had already gotten rid of everything related to Kael, purging my life of all reminders of our relationship. I’d thrown away the photos, donated the clothes he’d bought me, even redecorated the parts of my house that reminded me of him.
But he still held onto the past, wearing each item like a badge of honor.
The engagement ring was one I had picked out myself, a simple platinum band with a tasteful diamond. I’d had our names engraved on the inside, along
