"Yes," he said without hesitation.
When I didn't speak or otherwise budge, he moved closer and gently rested his hands on my shoulders. "I've felt a connection to you from the moment we met," he said, once again holding my gaze. "I was always planning to pick you." He moved his hands up to cradle my face, his touch incredibly tender.
"You were?" Emotion clogged my throat.
He nodded. "Yes. For my father's sake, I had to keep up the appearance of being undecided. I was afraid if I didn't, he'd do something underhanded, and I couldn't risk that happening."
I hadn't thought anything else could shock me tonight, but I'd been wrong. Heavier doubt crept into my mind, followed by guilt that caused my shoulders to sag. If I hadn't reacted so impulsively at the ball, if I hadn't given Gregory my kiss when I did, he would've chosen me, and I could've avoided banishing my sister.