« No. Entitled, careless, and foolish, yes. Dangerous, no. »
« Why me? »
Her smile was soft enough to cut with. « Because you understand responsibility. »
« You want me to marry a prisoner? »
I should have walked out.
Instead, I thought of Owen pretending he wasn’t hungry after school.
« I want the first payment before the wedding, » I said.
Celeste smiled. « Of course. »
When I told Owen, he stared at me like I’d become someone else.
« You’re getting married? »