Amelie’s POV
I reached the car at the front of the building, and I was shocked to see Marcus there.
“Marcus? Why are you here?” I queried.
“Here to pick you up,” he smiled.
“I mean, aren’t you supposed to be with Nathan?” I asked.
Marcus smiled and opened the back door, and Nathan’s big grin greeted me.
“Nathan! You little sneak,” I snickered as I climbed into the back seat.
“What? Is that the way that you greet your fiancée?” Nathan said as he flashed his debonair smile.
“Geesh….that darn Michaels smolder,” I shook my head. “If you could bottle it, you’d be a trillionaire.”
“You’re a funny girl, Amelie,” Nathan stated.
“It’s the truth. I swear Carrington could even woo me with his,” I laughed.
“Grandfather has it stronger than me!” Nathan declared.
“I wouldn’t doubt it,” I a
