“You’ve been hiding from me.” Theon started as we sat by the coffee shop. He ordered a cappuccino while I ordered caramel macchiato.

I almost spit out my drink as he said that

“No.” I rebutted.

“Then what do you call that?”

“I was running away from my family,” I admitted. “I apologize if that affected you too.”

“Yes, I was waiting for you to return, postponing the planned wedding.”

I sighed, “Stop blaming it on me. I refused your proposal, didn’t I?”

“But why?”

“Why you ask? Of course, it was because of my family. I was suffering from them. I needed to get out.”

“If you were suffering...