She Was One Who Could Make The Boss Happy.
“I’m taking my leave,” Marcel informed his bride to be for the sake of formalities but the way her face distorted told him she wasn’t exactly pleased with that announcement.
The smile on Clara’s face while schmoozing with a guest vanished immediately and she said, “Excuse me,” to the woman.
Without further ado, she grabbed Marcel and began to lead him out of public view. They got behind the garden where there was less attention and with her arms wrapped around her chest, demanded,” What do you mean by that? Have you forgotten the real purpose of you coming to the party tonight?”
Marcel rubbed his jaw, his lips set in a tight grim because he was slowly losing his patience.
“Really? The purpose of me coming here?” He sneered at her without
