“This is Ariana, my fiancé.” Vincent was introduced with a smirk on his face as if he wanted to intentionally rub her existence in their faces.
His mother’s eyes flew open, his siblings following simultaneously, disbelief written all over them. The tension in the room at that moment was thick enough to cut through glass and Ariana could definitely feel it.
She watched as Vincent’s mother and his brother’s expression changed from curiosity to jealousy and finally, to anger.
“Y-your fiancé?” Claudia, Vincent’s mother asked, trying her best to maintain her composure as the news nearly knocked her off her feet. She slowly turned to her other son, Michael, both exchanging suspicious looks.
Seeing as Vincent had already made the first move, Ariana decided to make hers. If she was going to ma
