Feeling my phone vibrate, I took it out of my bag. I frowned when I saw an unknown number on the screen. Since my number isn't private, I answered the call. I could hang up if it were a prank call.
"You are such a shameless woman," a woman growled.
I raised my eyebrows at the sound of her voice. "Paris Jones, I'm waiting for the wedding invitation you promised me," I replied.
"Why did you have dinner with Vaughn and his parents? Are you trying to persuade him to come back to you?" she scolded.
I put my bag on the bed and sat down casually. "What happened at dinner earlier is none of your business. You and Vaughn are getting married soon. Why don't you ask him about it?"
"Listen, stay away from Vaughn. Stop interfering with our relationship. You've kept me away from him for five years.
