MARIA.
Trust me when I say...I wasn't expecting Noah to barge in like that, not at all.
Those words I had just uttered about the wedding? I had only said them to make my lie more believable and to push the quadruplets far away, to give myself a way out without further argument.
That was all it was supposed to be.
A bluff.
But the moment Noah stepped in, the memory of his earlier questions, his tone, the intensity in his eyes before I left his room, all came crashing down on me.
He hadn't been joking, not even a little, because the look on his face showed he had been completely serious.
I swallowed hard.
"What?" Noah's voice cut sharply through the room, his gaze sweeping across the quadruplets with clear irritation, no, anger. "You don't believe my words?"
He let out a short, dry scoff, shaking his head slightly.
"Well, I never needed your approval," he continued, his tone firm, unwavering. "So you aren't invited."
