The silence that followed was immediate. Thick and suffocating, almost as if a pin drop would be heard if the slightest of sound was made.
Noelle, from behind Wallace, could see Ivette’s face go pale, the anger and shock she had previously displayed, gone without a trace.
It was clear that his threat, no, more accurately, his words, when he had addressed Noelle as his Fiancée, had left quite an impression, and it was an impression that Ivette took lightly.
“Fi… Fiancée?” She asked, darting her eyes between her uncle and Noelle. The latter did not hesitate to flash her a cunning smile.
This of course, went unnoticed by Wallace, but the moment Ivette saw it, her anger returned.
“Uncle, what nonsense are you saying?!” She shouted, her face flushed. “Fiancée? Her?” She pointed at Noelle,
