TIFFANY’S POV
“Shawn? What are you staring so intently at? Is something behind me?”
“Mummy, who is the uncle at your back. It looks like he is waiting for you.”
“Uncle? What Uncle?”
Slowly I wheeled around. Exhaled sharply and shook my head.
That little punk… I had told him to leave. Why did he stay back and even had to bring his pompous self out to be seen?
“Don’t you think he is a little cute, Mummy? See now he is looking this way and at you. Is he your boyfriend, Mummy?” Shawn giggled.
“No! No he is not, Shawn and you shouldn't stare at strangers.”
Boyfriend? Cute? cute my foot. He was only an arrogant brat. Well, maybe a little handsome. A little handsome arrogant brat.
By the time I turned around I found even Miss Rose grinning.
“Miss Rose, is everything alright?”
“Yes,
