"Do I have to?" I complain while Olivia drags me by my arm to meet my fiancé. After what happened last night this is the last thing I want to do. How is it that I am heartbroken while meeting my husband to be. How did I let myself become one of those girls that want to throw it all away for a sorry excuse of a boy that sleeps with my sister the first chance he gets?
"Yes, you do. You have to meet him sooner or later anyway, so why not now? Besides you won't be alone his whole family will be there." She gives me a fake smile of encouragement as she walks with her head held high, and chest pushed out.
"Wonderful." I roll my eyes at the idea of dinner with all of those stuck up people that after one conversation with me will beg him to marry one of my sisters instead. Which could actually c
