Mr. Jarvis looked thoughtful, then said with a playful glint in his eye, "Well, let's not tell him for now. Let him stew a little and see how it feels to be anxious for a change!"
Sylvia looked down. "Mr. Jarvis, I don't want to disappoint you, so I have to be honest. I don't think Gabriel and I will end up together."
This was the real reason she hadn't told Gabriel she'd broken up with Eugene.
If they weren't going to be together, it didn't matter whether he knew or not.
"Why?" Mr. Jarvis asked, confused.
Sylvia gazed into the distance, a longing for freedom in her eyes. "I just want… to live a different kind of life."
She didn't want to spend the rest of her life waiting and being disappointed, trapped in his orbit.
Mr. Jarvis didn't press her. He simply said, "You young people have your own ideas. All that matters is that you're happy."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jarvis," Sylvia said, feeling a pang of guilt toward the kind old man.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Mr. Jarvis said, his expression as gentle as ever. "If anything, we're the ones who should apologize for trying to arrange things without considering your feelings."
"No, not at all. Your kindness has always made me feel warm, like I have a family," Sylvia said with a smile.
Knowing Sylvia was an orphan, Mr. Jarvis felt a deeper wave of affection for her.
As they continued their walk, he added, "That Evelyn girl is hostile toward you. Don't pay any mind to what she says."
Sylvia had sensed it, of course, but hadn't let it bother her. She smiled and nodded. "I know."
After circling the park, they headed back. Mr. Jarvis said, "Go on and enjoy yourself. Join Estelle and Georgia for the banquet and relax."
Sylvia smiled gently. "Okay, I'll go find Georgia now."
"Go on, have fun. Don't think about anything else," Mr. Jarvis said with a wave.
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