I nodded my head and at the same time, blurted out my inner thought, "But you are still upset, right?" My head dared not lift but my eyes were steadily glancing at his direction, gauging his reaction.
"Not at all. I simply could not see myself being upset over something you could not control and I mean it," he replied. While that was sweet of him, unfortunately that was not what I was asking about.
"But you are upset about the wedding cancelled, yes?" The sentence barely left my lips because I felt it was such a sensitive zone I would be treading. However, I was dying to know his answer! It was shameful of me to admit but my curiosity was much stronger than my morality.
Screw boundaries!
My mind itself is a ticking bomb with triggers yet to be known. If I did not speak now, I might regret it later on. Or my memory would wiped the slate clean again, giving a brand new but utterly clueless Maisie.
