A cold jolt of realization shot through me right then. No wonder my uncle's face had gone all weird the second I picked my bride.
Turns out my random blind pick had landed me on this total living hellion. And the wildest part? She'd actually said yes.
Still, when I thought about the history between Francine and Winnie, a petty satisfaction warmed my chest.
The Winston family is every bit as powerful as the Hudson family, and Francine is no less impressive than Winnie.
Marrying her would stick it to Winnie and slap the Hudson family right in the face all at once.
That's a win in my book.
I was still turning this over in my head when Francine completely ignored everyone around us and marched me straight to her car.
I blinked, completely thrown off. "Where are we going?"
Francine did
