Page 24 of Don’t Forget Me

“What is it? Why do you have that look on your face?” she questioned swiftly.

“I don’t have any look on face,” I argued.

“Yes, you do. You have this look of disapproval. And I don’t like it.”

I chuckled. “This is just my face.”

“I repeat, I don’t like the look on your face.”

“I believe you. I know you love my face,” I teased.

Her nostrils flared as she squinted her eyes. “What did you see?” she asked.

“There’s a scene from the book. The one where your female main character is being proposed to by the slightly annoying Scottish redhead. She seems to be uncertain, and even contemplates saying no to his proposal.”

Her eyes widened just a bit. “What about it?”

“I just can’t help but think about the rock on your finger.”

Lysandra looked down at her ring before curling her hands inward and hiding the marquise diamond that glittered under the rays of the Sun. By the size of it, it was an expensive ring. Which meant he was someone wealthy. I’m glad she was being taken care of and didn’t have to worry about money ever again.

“Aldair has nothing to do with that scene.”

“Really? Tell me, is he also a redhead?” I knew he was, I was just having fun teasing her again.

She shook her head. “My life is none of your business.”

Lysandra stood and grabbed her bags.

“Don’t go.” I stood with her, setting a hand over hers. She looked down and sucked in a breath. I knew she was doing everything not to snap at me in the café. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to catch up with you.”

Flashes of one of our first nights together at the library rushed back to me. It was so similar to this moment.

I rejoiced over living a new experience with her.

“There’s not much to expect from someone like you.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“If this is how it’s going to be between us, then I am going to find a way to void our contract.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Don’t talk to me as if I were made of glass,” she scoffed.

“Okay, what is with you? Why are you being so difficult?” I argued.

“I’m not, you’re just being annoying.”

I took a breath in. She was still the same stubborn Lysandra Guerrera. “Tell me more about your ideas for our project.”

She sat again, her back straight against the wooden chair, crossed her arms, and her jaw clenched. “When are you planning to release this movie?”

“Next year, around this time.”

“That means we have to work fast.”

“Yes. I know your book goes through several seasons, but the most prominent one is autumn. And I know it’s your favorite. Just picture yourself walking the red carpet on a crisp autumn afternoon.”