Daphne’s POV
My head swirled as I let out a giggle, my eyes roaming around the daisies while drifting off to the guard that stood at the far end.
Call Lorenzo a paranoid man, but he surely knew how to make sure I wouldn't go against his word or rather in his terms as he would say ‘It is for your safety’ so here I was, staring at the flowers that we were going to use with Mrs. Smith, not ignorant to the bodyguard who tailed me at the far end.
I had to get used to it, all of this charade, if it was that.
I couldn't let this get to my head, but every little thing was beginning to piss me off. I didn't know how exactly he had grown up using bodyguards, but I was sure as hell that if I was given the same treatment, I wouldn't settle for it.
I was guarded not by choice, but because Loren
