“Okay, take five for a moment,” the photographer, Jose, shouted. I took Johanna’s clinging arms from my neck and headed to the buffet, taking some nachos and dipping it on cheese. I felt arms snaking on my waist and I internally groaned.
I turned around, taking off Johanna’s arms and pulling them away from my body, “What?”
She looked at me and raised a brow, “Is that how you treat you fiancé?”
I groaned, “Johanna, I’m not in the mood for an argument.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me to her dressing room. She pushed me in and then locked the door. I glared at her, “What do you want?”
“Just to talk, Seth,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I know that you’re not exactly thrilled with this engagement as I am.”
“No s**t Sherlock,” I mumbled, plopping myself on the black le
