Chapter 174 Chapter

"We loved this place." Brandon ran his fingers slowly around the edge of one of the small glass tea-light holders on the table. Inside the flame flickered gently. "Do you remember?" "Yes, we did." "Do you remember how jealous I was of Philippe back then?" He shot Philippe an apologetic look. "I was, you know. Believe it or not, old friend. I was insanely jealous of all this. I wanted a dream of my own too." "You could have had that, Bran," I said. "But you chose them. You chose this." "You don't choose fate, Megs. It chooses you and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it." "Bullshit," I snapped. "You could have walked away, you almost did once, remember that? Don't sit here and talk of regrets when you put yourself on this path." He gave a sad smile. "You're wrong," he whispered. "You don't know how wrong you are. I knew it back then. I felt it. It was always there, you see. Oh I might have talked about following my own dreams, I might even have let my