Florence glanced at me and winced. Chuckling nervously, she opened her arms. “Surprise...” she said in a lousy sardonic tone.
The three of us looked at her incredulously and shot her a steely look.
“Well, don't blame me. It’s father who wanted this to happen, not me.” She shrugged carelessly with exaggerated rolled-back eyes. “I’m also a victim here, you know. Imagine, me spending time with this unhappy man. How awful!”
Ian immediately glared at Florence and towered over her with his height. He darted her a warning look before looking away, defeated by restraint.
“As if I like to hang out with you. Being your partner at the wedding was unbearable. What more if I can see you around all the time? And pretending to have a good relationship with you yesterday since father was around, damn!
