Jovita's POV

Jayden led me into our garden, and I followed silently. A part of me was still wondering if he was mad at me. 

We had spoken during dinner, yes, but it was all formal and courteous talk, nothing more, and now he was leading me aside for a private chat, far from the eyes and ears of my parents.

He looked stunning as usual in black cargo pants, a white T-shirt, a black puffer jacket, and black boots. His long hair was packed in a low bun, giving a mature look.

When we got to the garden, he sat on the bench, while I stood facing him.

“You...