“Bianca called him. No idea what she said, but Nathan’s arranged a private jet for her.” 

Everyone laughed at Nathan, but I was the only one who wanted to cry. 

Despite him treating me well, I was never the special one. All of his tenderness, his devotion, his favoritism—it was all for Bianca. 

The gathering ended hastily, and I drove Lucas home. 

Lying in bed, I kept replaying his words in my mind. I had always been quiet and reserved since I was young. On the other hand, Bianca was beautiful, lively, and sweet-talking. 

I had nothing, but Nathan had noticed me, the girl always in the corner. 

I still remember the day he said, “Wait up, Sienna! Don’t walk so fast!” 

Those words had stayed with me for years. 

At first, I only dared to steal quick glances at him. Then, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even though I knew Nathan loved Bianca, I still opened my heart to him. 

Three years ago, he gave me a bouquet of white roses, his eyes filled with warmth. 

“Sienna, let’s be together.” 

That moment felt like it had happened just yesterday, yet today his indifference was a cruel contrast. 

For days after the gathering, Nathan didn’t reach out to me. Of course, he wouldn’t. He never loved me. He had someone new.