Grace POV
"Can you stop pulling me with you?" I protested as James dragged me towards the garden. Since his hold on her was strong, I decided to stop struggling and went limp in his hand. When we had gone a little distance away from people's eyes, James stopped and faced me.
"What do you think you're doing, James? You think pulling a tantrum will make me talk to you?" I placed my hands on my hips.
"You were becoming too cosy with Andrew," anger hovered in his voice as his breathing became laboured "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me, Grace?" he shouted, "You can be anything, but don't ignore me, don't shut me out. I hate it,".
I stiffened a smile that crept up to my face trying to maintain an angry expression. Andrew was right.
"Tell me Grace," Andrew handed a cup of coff
