Sierra pov.

We both stood there, looking at each other, as I didn't know what else to say. She really didn't want to see my face, right? Then, I guess I will have to make it possible.

I walked closer to her, the gap between us diminishing, and then I grabbed her by the shirt, pulling her forward.

"I have been trying all day to calm myself down and forget about the death of my mother. I will not let anyone who isn't welcome come spoil this day for me. So, if you truly don't want to see my face, Alex, you can get out now, or I will push...