Kiara pov
I have never been happier to see my husband until that very moment. His cousin Oscar had already succeeded in tearing off the pics of my dress and was attempting to do much worse when his voice vibrated through the entire office and I could have jumped into his arms at this very moment.
"It's not what it looks like!" He suddenly healed as loudly as early demented manhood and I just passed him using the shock to throw him off balance running over to my husband. I'm clinging onto his arm. He leaned closer to me and told me not to worry.
"Oscar, you have exactly one minute to explain yourself and not a second more…"
Standing with his back against the desk, Oscar seemed to have quite a casual expression on his face, smoothing out his features that had been a rock for a moment ago
