Chosen

Chapter 22

I sat in the bath with my arms wrapped around my legs all alone for the longest time.

My maids had objected but I sent them away as soon as I could. Norma had seemed disappointed about the dress but scolded me when I started to cry again about it.

"No use crying about spilled wine!" she laughed and patted my cheek lovingly.

I had told them I spilled wine down myself not wanting to relive the night.

Sighing, I blew a few bubbles with my lips underwater.

"You know perfectly well that after he saw you hiding in the corner like a creep that night he chased after you and didn't come back!" The words Lacey had said replayed in my head.

So they didn't sleep together? A small smile came to my lips.

No, no, no! That just means maybe not that one night. I had no idea what else had happened. And no matter what they still made out and she was still here as far as I knew so he had to like her.

I sank under the water.

My heart was throbbing uncomfortably in my chest and I felt nauseous.

Taking a deep breath above water I knew now what I was going to do.

My mind is made up!

But my heart was fighting it...

Shaking my head and my depressed feelings away with it, I stood and got out of the bathtub.

Drying off I sat in front of my mirror and looked myself in the eyes.

I looked tired... Not just tired... but dim...

"I'm done," I mumbled to myself.

Taking a deep breath I squeezed my towel tight around myself.

"I'm done!" I said more resolutely.

I was done. Done with Finn. My reflection nodded back at me.

But... I didn't know what that meant exactly...

Maybe this latest rejection was enough to make him never talk to me again and that was that.

My chest ached.

But if he did try anything again... I was telling him I'm done!

Cedric was everything any girl could hope for in a future partner and I was going to focus on him and only him.

My chest ached again.

"You're just going to have to get over it!" I said to myself in the mirror.

A gentle knock at the door made me jump in the silence.

Then my heart raced.

No.

It can't be...

I ran on tiptoes over to my robe, threw it on, and then ran the same way to the door.

I stood not moving in front of it.

The knock came again.

With narrow eyes, I barely creaked the door open and peaked out.

My heart skipped a beat.

Finn stood with his arms crossed casually and smiled at me.

"What do you want?" I said not very nicely and didn't open the door more than an inch.

He leaned forward so we were eye level.

My breath caught at his closeness.

"Can I come in?" Finn asked with a small smile.