Rose
Rose saw the likes of Catherine standing outside the hotel with a phone placed in her ear, her eyes rolled in disgust and her throat felt bitter in an instant. She held onto Tristan and glared at Catherine in disdain.
“And what the hell are you doing here?” Rose asked with a frown on her face, “Ain't you supposed to be out of the country? Seriously, I was more than happy to hear about your relocation.”
“Wait! Isn't that Tristan?” Catherine asked, pointing a finger at the young man. “You're supposed to be her sister’s boyfriend. What the hell are you two doing together?”
“It's none of your business,” Rose glared at her and buried her face on Tristan’s chest. “Do you have a problem with my man?” She widened her eyes at Catherine.
Catherine scoffed, “Your man? You must be joking.
