I felt the air escape my lungs in a sharp gasp at the sight of King Zion and Queen Amaryllis standing before my door. Zion's face turns an unruly shade of red, his emotions are depicting pure anger. Aunt Mary looks stunned, her mouth agape, her hands are sightly trembling; she shows no signs of anger, just disappointment.
My eyes narrow in on Zander's smug expression, standing there with his arms across his chest.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Zion roars, catching me off guard and making me flinch.
I feel Ashton's hand fall on the small of my back, reassuring me that he was there with me.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Zion yells. "Inviting me here for your marriage to my son, only to be playing the role of a common street w***e with my nephew?!"
"It's not like that!" I snap, blushing
