chapter twenty

Lucy's Pov

Wait a second... Fiancee? But Cole's like my age, right?

I turned to glance at him, taking in his smooth face, chiseled jawline, very cute pointed nose. He doesn't look like someone who's ready to graduate, talk more of get married or be engaged to someone else.

No offense there.

I returned my gaze back to Rosa Park. She looked like a Barbie doll with her outfit, but she was pretty and boy did she know it. You could just feel the aura of pride around her with a hint of a large ego dashed with her parents money.

"I don't owe you anything. We've talked about this Rosalyn," Cole spoke icily, "You're not my fiancee. Not now, not ever."

Her smile faltered a bit, but she maintained her countenance. "Say whatever you may, Cole, but we're betrothed to each other regardless of whatever our affections may be," her gaze reached mine. "Remember what my family has done for yours? Your father and your family won't be where you are now without the help of my father," as she spoke, I hear