Meredith
The looks people were giving us felt like razors down my back. I could feel their judgemental looks and the way they would sneer in disgust as we walked hand in hand, with each other.
"Ignore them." Connor leaned against me, bumping his hip against mine.
"They all just need to mind their own business."
"Yeah, but they won't because they've never seen something like this." Gerald commented as he brought my hand up to his lips. We walked into the Men's Wearhouse where the guys would be looking for their tuxedos for the Ball.
"I don't understand why you guys put this off until the last minute. The Ball is in a week."
"I forgot about it because my mate was being unusually pissy for almost a week." Connor commented with a smirk.
"Which one?" I asked
Gerald grinned and bumped my
