Ruby
It was a disaster. I wished I could flee the scene. A few times, I was tempted to get up and dash out of the house. I kept sending Stephen resentful glances, and each time he guiltily averted his gaze. Based on the questions being thrown my way, it seemed Stephen had given his parents the impression that us getting married was a certainty. I wanted to wring his handsome neck.
Then, there was the discomfort of Julian's eyes boring holes into the side of my face each time I was asked a question and forced to speak. What he must think of me. He probably assumed that I'd decided to marry Stephen days after sleeping with him again. After the amazing night and morning, we had together. But I wouldn't do that, and I was desperate to tell him. Funnily enough, his current opinion of me stre
