019.

RAYLA

Our gazes fell apart just as a soft instrument started to play in the background and before I would give into the wild urge of wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss in front of everyone. So before I did just that, I stepped away from him, still smiling shyly.

Looking up, my gaze collided with Mom’s gaze, causing my heart to skip in fear. It was a bit hurtful how she only ever paid attention to me when Damien was around me. Clearing my throat, I started to walk away from him, anything to keep her attention away from us but I only managed to take a few steps before Damien pulled me back.

I darted a nervous look around, it wasn’t just Mom I was worried about, we were in a room full of watchful eyes and the last thing I would do is disgrace our family.

’’Damien…’’ I scolded, prying my wrist out of his grasp.

‘’Why? Is it now wrong to talk to my sister?’’ He pouted, placing a hand over his nonexistent heart.

I glared at him, trying not to smile at the playfu