Gianna was confused. She stared at Arwen, waiting for her to explain.
And Arwen's smile deepened under her curious gaze as she finally spoke, "You were right when you said I hold my words and promises in high regard, and that I would go to every extent to fulfil them. But Anna, you forgot —I have made promises to your uncle too."
Gianna blinked for a moment, taking in her words, trying to comprehend if she was hearing exactly what Arwen meant.
"Of course, I will fulfill my promises," Arwen continued, her tone calm yet resolute. "But I will decide which ones are meant to be kept … and which are meant to be let go. Do you really think I would just walk away?"
Gianna stared at her, and her eyes sparkled the moment she understood what Arwen was trying to say.
"You mean … you won't walk away?" she asked, already beaming with joy. "You won't leave my uncle and walk away, even if tomorrow you realize that he isn't the one you have been dreaming about in your dream?"
