I halted my step and could hear voices whispering from ear to ear over the reason for my tears. Fanny Luis’s jaw dropped upon seeing my teary face and I doubted if it was for me or for his reputation.
The voices were as the chirping of innumerable bees; they were murmuring about my fallen countenance. I just wish I could chin up and be bold before these guests.
“Why is she all tears?” a voice among the guests queried.
“Isn’t she happy?” another replied coldly.
“Oh it could be tears of joy,” another suggested.
“Who wouldn’t be emotional? She is fortunate to marry the billionaire’s mad son,” that was another voice which sounded even more offensive than all the voices.
The guests whispered among themselves, while they waited for the next line of action.
I stood in my gloom, locked and
