BLAIR’S POV
Blaise’s brows lift, and for a second, we just stare at each other without saying a word, my heart hammering. His hand is still wrapped around mine like he doesn’t realize he hasn’t let go.
This is stupid. I shouldn’t be this nervous but I am. What if I’m late? Maybe I already missed my chance and there’s someone else to marry him.
“Say something,” I whisper, my knees threatening to give out.
He exhales. “You said you’d never marry me.” His lips curve into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I remember you calling me ugly.”
He steps closer, crowding my space until his chest is almost touching mine. He smells clean and his scent messes with my head more than I want to admit. When his face dips near my neck, I jerk back slightly. “What changed, Blair?”
Maybe I deserve
