“So, you're saying that you won't be able to hangout with us tonight?”
I stare at my reflection on the mirror as my red sequin dress gleam in the sunlight from the window.
My peripheral vision sees Liv pouting because of what I said. “It's not like I don't want to hangout with my friends. But you know Amir. He will never let me go anywhere else, and I can't do anything about it.”
That made my eyebrows arch. I've been hearing the 'I can't do anything about it' for like an eternity now. I can't even remember the exact day that Liv has become a slave of her fiancé. They just happened. Popped out of nowhere and problems arose. Everything that her fiancé has connections with, she deals with the consequences even though she does nothing wrong.
I can't quite comprehend her fiancé— Amir Giorda
