When Dad told the media that I was engaged, I was furious at him. When he told me the potential fake fiancé was Adrianna, even with her beautiful smile, I still wasn’t happy about the idea. And when he told me that we were to get married, I lost all emotions. But when he said that it was for the business, I reconsidered.
I’m glad I did.
“So this is your wedding gift for her?” Ethan asked for the nth time. I don’t even know why he was asking and why he hasn’t delivered it yet, “This is a box, dude.”
He shook the box and I bit my lip, trying hard not to laugh, “Just give it to her already.”
Standing up, he stopped short at the door for a moment, “Doesn’t the maid of honor deliver the gift of the bride to the groom too?”
I rolled my eyes and chucked a pillow at his direction. He grumbled
