The Guardian's Secret

Summary

After years of chasing after my guardian, Julian, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings on my birthday.

But his face darkened with anger. "Sarah, don't forget your last name."

Yet, three years ago, at a gala, he had pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear, "When you grow up, let's get engaged, okay?"

I took his drunken words to heart, but he forgot them.

On the day he publicly announced his engagement to his long-lost "white moonlight," I showed up with a suitcase.

Someone smirked, looking between us, asking how I felt.

For the first time, I broke character.