Let’s not go for our wedding photoshoot tomorrow,” Dante said.
I checked the calendar on the table. The words “wedding photoshoot” were clearly written in the box for the next day.
I wasn’t sure why Dante was suddenly asking to cancel the photoshoot. Nevertheless, I didn’t intend on going through with the wedding anyway. If he hadn’t said anything, I would’ve found an excuse to call off the photoshoot. Since he was bringing it up himself, it not only saved me the trouble but also made me feel relieved.
Nodding, I said calmly, “Fine. I’ll call the photographer to cancel the photoshoot.”
Dante was startled. He hadn’t expected me to agree to it so readily. Then, doing his best to hide his uneasiness, he continued, “You don’t need to cancel it. Isobel says she might never have a chance to get married, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me. That way, she can pretend like she got married as well and won’t have any regrets.
“Isobel and I will do the photoshoot tomorrow. You and I can have a replacement wedding photoshoot in the future.”
His tone was calm and nonchalant, as if he were merely describing what he’d like to have for lunch tomorrow. He made it sound like his request was a perfectly ordinary one. He’d done the same thing two weeks ago when he told me he wanted to have a baby with Isobel. Although he phrased it like a discussion, his tone made it clear that he had already made up his mind. He was merely informing me about it.
Dante didn’t know there wasn’t going to be a “future” with us still together.
“Fine,” I replied coolly before heading to bed.
