Meet My Fiancee 1

~ Andrea ~

I felt him hold my hand and it was as if that was the comfort I needed at that moment. 

We stepped out of the car and met photographers clicking pictures at every step we took. 

I feel like a different person. I never in my life thought I would one day walk on a red carpet. 

When we got inside, everybody turned to look at us. 

“Who is she?”

“Is that Mr. King's girlfriend?”

“Nobody thought he had one.”

These were whispers coming from every corner of the room. 

“Just relax, let them say what they want to say.” Derrik said as he held my hand tighter. 

I was scanning the room until I saw Isabella. She looked beautiful in her cocktail gown. 

The look in her eyes, she hated me.Her eyes bored with rage. Isabella was with a man and woman equally dressed in expensive clothes. 

That should be her parents. I finally get to meet the famous scott family, but not on good grounds. 

Derrik directs me to a seat and left me to talk with other people. 

He knew I was nervous but still left me alone. What did I even expect from him? Just like a devil. 

Hiss! 

“Oh, is somebody angry?”

I turn around to see Isabella and a group of girls standing close to me. Those girls were definitely her minions, who followed her up and down. 

I forced a smile as I looked at them. 

“Miss Isabella, it's a pleasure to have you here.”

“Duh! It's not a pleasure to be here, Miss whatever.”

“It's Andrea, Andrea Price.” I stretch my hand as I said this expecting a handshake. I knew better, she would never do that. I was a rival to her now. 

“Don't ever think I'll greet that filthy hand of yours.”

“Oh, right. Filthy hands.” I said, my voice barely a whisper and continued sipping the wine that was brought to me. 

“To think that you have the Audacity to follow my man to this ceremony. How dare you?!”

“Isabella, if Derrik wanted to be here with you, he would have called you, but no, he didn't. You know what you are going to do now? Get yourself a seat, relax and think about your life dear.”

I had to say something…anything at all. 

“You idiot!” She had her hand in the air probably about to slap me but was held by her friends. 

Her friends dragged her away and that was when I saw Derrik coming to me. 

“What happened here Andrea? I told you to act naturally and well too!” He spat out with venom, his voice laced with frustration. 

Why is he angry? Isabella started this and he is here scolding me again. 

Tsww! 

“Maybe you should direct that question to Isabella and not me. She came to me.”

While we were still talking, I noticed the Scotts were heading to us with another man who looked just like Derrik. 

Looking closely, I realized it was Mr. Johan. He had been in the news before as Derik's father. 

He looked so stern. 

“Derrik, who is she? And why is she here with you?”

Mr. Johan asked, his voice stern. 

“That is the lady I told you about dad. I'll make the announcement for everybody to know.”

“Don't you dare Derrik! I told you I will not accept anybody apart from Isabella.”

I just looked at their faces all these while. They were talking about me as if I never existed. 

“If you won't get married to Isabella, I'll withdraw my investment from your company.”

Okay, this is getting serious. Mr. Scott threatening to withdraw an investment simply because of his daughter? 

“Give me some time to sort things out Mr. Scott.”

Mr. Scott left with his wife following behind. I got a glimpse of a necklace Mrs. Scott wore, it was similar to one I've seen around our house. 

I know necklaces are the same sometimes, but this particular necklace looked special. 

I was still in thoughts when I heard Mr. Johan talking to Derrik. 

“Listen Derrik, you've to announce Isabella as your fiance.”

“And what will happen to the lady I came here with? If you're afraid of them withdrawing their investment, then don't be. It won’t cause the company any harm.”

“Derrik! Do as I say and one more time, it’s either Isabella or no one else.”

He looked so serious that I was so scared. 

This is just too much to handle. He clearly doesn't like me. 

Damn!