---- "Let her go. I'm begging you." Theodore let out a soft, knowing laugh and glanced down at Benedict's hand, still clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. "Benedict, after everything you've just said, you still won't admit it? "You're in love with Sansa. "Even though Grandpa arranged it... even though you see her as vain and clingy... even though you think today's engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her... even though you claim she's the last person you could ever want... "You still love her." Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, "Yes, I'm in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I'm begging you -let her go." ---- Theodore showed no surprise, as if he'd known all along. He merely straightened his lapels and pushed open the lounge door, revealing me standing right outside, face-to-face with Benedict. "J think the ones who really need an honest talk are the two of you." Theodore left, leaving the space to just Benedict and me. Benedict finally raised his head, his eyes red- rimmed. "Sansa, do you really want to marry Theodore?" he asked.