FORTY EIGHT Trust Him

"Fiancee?!" I repeated, raising a pitch at the end of my tone. I saw Martin avoid my curious stare and heard Madam Florence's deep sigh.

That's when Shantel came to our little group of chaos with her arrogant aura, looping immediately her hands around Martin's arm. "Oh! My apologies, Miss Weasley!"

"It's Weasly!" I corrected. "Pronounce my last name well, Miss Zaborowski. Our family may not be as powerful as yours, but we are also well-known, especially when it comes to prestige and manners!" that was so true. My father was a wealthy businessman, but he never took advantage of anyone. My mom was a nurse at a public hospital. She never accepted any nursing position at a private hospital because, for her, serving patients who couldn't afford expensive treatments was her happiness in life.

The music stopped, and the guests were surrounding us. However, the paparazzi kept on clicking their cameras on us. Whoever hired these stupid photographers was here with an objective~ to create