Disappointment dripped through every pore.
I glanced up and painted a fake smile on my face.
“Thank you,” I said behind gritted teeth. “I really like it.”
He exhaled and took me into his arms.
“I’m so glad you do. I was really fretting about it. I was so scared you would hate it.”
Guilt began to replace the disappointment. He had tried so hard to impress me and here I was being an ungrateful bitch.
I picked it up and scanned over it.
Maybe I could learn to love it.
I should just give it some time, let it all sink it.
No, I couldn’t do it. It was terrible. It truly was the worst gift I had ever received. What made him think that I would ever like something like this?
I put it back in the box and placed it on the shelf.
I thanked him again as my mind turned to future plans of tossing it in the bin.