Our grandmother does nothing for a few minutes.She stares us down, looking for what I don’t know.
“Hmm,” she says at last, then gets up.Using a perfectly manicured nail, she taps on the image of Adalynn Miller.“I don’t buy it.I’m going to start planning your wedding.”With that, the three ladies march out of my office.
Well, fuck.
We don’t say anything for a few minutes; our gazes, though, are continuously drawn to the picture of the jewelry maker, and apparently our fiancée.
“She deserves to be spanked for using us as a ruse for whatever scheme she has going on,” I say.
“I agree,” Rafe nods.“She can’t go around spreading rumors like that.She brought the matriarchs to our door and now they’re planning our damn wedding.”
“Imagine if we turn up at her door as her future husbands,” Tylan grins like the devil he is.“What do you think she’ll do?”
Chapter Seven
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Adalynn
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Did my mouth have tobe full of confection when my latest round of embarrassment hit?
I must be cursed or something.Actually, no.I’m pretty fine every other day of the year.I get by decently; my mishaps are minor, and most of them are not witnessed by others.But here today, in my quest not to be pitied, I created something so far-fetched I will never be able to show my face here again for the rest of my life.
Why, oh why?
Well, I might as well make an attempt to swallow this donut.What a waste of a delicious treat.Damn Ines.
I’m just about to push it down my throat when my dad enters the pink lounge.And behind him are three tall men, six foot three to be exact, dressed in all black.Bespoke suits, black shirts, and black ties.The luxurious fabric only enhances their muscular but lean frames, their shoulders so broad, chests so sculpted, and biceps so big they strain politely inside the sleeves of their jackets.
Oh boy.Am I daydreaming?Like right now?Not the time, Miller.Stop being such a nutjob and see how you can salvage this situation.
I go back to trying to swallow my donut.It’s like going to war with my throat.My dad opens his mouth.
“Family, look who I dragged in.My daughter’s fiancés.In human form,” he adds, his eyes filled with confusion as he looks from my mom to me, silently screaming at us: I thought you said they didn’t exist.
