"Yes, you did. But why would that be so bad if that's what I wanted?" she scolds.

I sigh. "I'm not saying it would be bad. I'm just saying that a woman as smart as you, who's worked as hard as you have, you know, there's something more for you."

"More for me? Why? Because everything's about money with you?" she accuses.

I've never felt bad about having or making money in my life until this moment. I'm unsure why, but Georgia sounds so disgusted right now that I cringe inside. I try again. "I'm not trying to be an asshole. I just want to know what it is that you want."

"What I want?" she asks, then blinks hard and looks away.

My insides flip. I lower my tone. "Yeah, Sunshine. I want to know what you want."

"What are you really asking me about, Sebastian?" she challenges.

My mouth turns dry. I stare at her, and tense silence builds between us.

She huffs. "Fine, I'll tell you about my career goals. I want to open a cupcake franchise, okay? I've done all the pre-work and got my MBA so I would have a higher chance of not failing. I know what it will cost down to the penny. Are you happy now?"

I try to process her statement.

She snaps, "Oh, sorry. Is that silly too?"

I groan. "Georgia, don't hold that word over my head for the rest of my life."

She scoffs, shaking her head.

"What did I say now?" I question.

She drills her blues into mine. "Don't worry, Sebastian. I won't hold anything over your head for the rest of your life." She jumps out of the truck before I can stop her, rushing back into the restaurant.

I follow her, and the DJ announces, "All right, it's time for dinner. Have a seat, lovebirds."

We sit down and get through the meal and the rest of the evening. She focuses most of her time on others. When the night is over, she gets into the back of the truck with Melanie and makes Greg sit in the front.

We arrive at the house, and Evelyn chirps, "Time for you guys to separate. It's bad luck for you to see the bride tomorrow morning when you wake up."

I groan inside. The last thing I want to do is sleep without Georgia next to me.

Evelyn orders, "You're in the other wing, Sebastian."

Once again, I'm annoyed with my sister, but I'm unsure how to get out of this situation.

"Goodnight," Georgia says and starts to leave.

I grab her wrist and pull her back to me. "Hey."

Sadness laces through her hardened expression. I don't understand what I've done, but everyone is looking at us. She quietly asks, "What?"

"You weren't going to kiss me goodnight?" I challenge.

"Sorry. I'm tired," she claims.

I try to give her a kiss, but she's not having it. My stomach just flips faster and faster.