"What does that mean?"
Gavin had been silent for some time now. Cece sipped on her tea and checked her reflection on the glossy surface of the table. She still looked fresh and sweet, the way she imagined herself. She had planned to go shopping before leaving her house. The way this conversation was progressing, she was losing her interest now.
"I have come to clear the air between us. You can't talk to me in riddles anymore. I don't deserve this," Cece finally said impatiently.
"It means, from now on your life is yours. Why do you think it has a hidden meaning?" Gavin asked her back in a calm tone. Cece read his face for a while, then changed the topic.
