Ariana’s heart raced as soon as the words left Harold’s lips. She had been anticipating the question but, now that it came, she wasn’t prepared for it.
She hadn’t told her mum about the marriage yet. All she knew was that Vincent was her ‘boyfriend’.
Her mind scrambled for a response, but nothing came. She swallowed her pride and turned to Vincent, silently pleading for his intervention in the matter but, he didn’t say a word. He stared at her with as much intensity and curiosity as Harold, acting as if he wasn’t aware of her situation.
‘Asshole.’
She shifted her gaze back to Harold and forced a nervous smile. “My father isn’t in the picture. It’s just my mother and yes, we have her blessing. She will be thrilled to meet you as well. I’ll let her know about the dinner..” She lied, her
