The Mills 80th birthday party (2)

At Mrs. Mills' birthday party, they arrived and their entrance made heads turn and mouths whisper, but the person who was mostly whispered about was Astrid.

"Isn't that Mrs. Astrid of the Waltons?" someone asked.

"Wow, she's so pretty. "

"Yeah, but why is she with Mr. Thompson?" That was the question that left people wondering. Reporters rushed to them to interview, but they were pushed away by the guards. "So who is she? Where is Mira? What happened to your engagement? Why is she with you?" The reporters fired the questions.

Astrid understood the fact that the reporters didn't know her; she wasn't popular anyway. She was always left to be at home while Mira attended the occasions. She looked at Andrew; he was so confident. His eyes were cold. There was no smile on his face.

"Would you like to drink?" he asked in a cold voice when he noticed that Astrid was looking at him.

"Yes, please," she said with a smile and watched Andrew grab a drink, but was stopped by someone suddenly.

A girl approached Astrid. "Hi, I'm Hilda Mills," she said in a friendly tone.

"Oh, I'm Astrid Walton," Astrid responded friendly.

"Yeah, you know, I was over there when you walked in, and your dress caught my attention." She said with a smile.🙂

"Oh, thank you," Astrid replied with a smile.

"I love your dress; it's beautiful."she said

"Thank you," Astrid replied.

"Too bad it doesn't look good on you," Hilda said with a hint of sarcasm as she walked away, leaving Astrid surprised with her attitude. Why did she have to be so mean? Astrid decided to paste a fake smile when Mr. Thompson walked up to her with her drink.

"Who is Hilda Mills?" she asked.

"She is Mrs. Mills' granddaughter."

"Oh, then no wonder she's a spoiled brat," Astrid thought.

"Is there a problem with Hilda"Andrew asked.

"No, nothing. Just wanted to know who she was," she said as they walked. Astrid saw George, and their eyes met for a second, but Astrid blinked and behaved like she never saw him. George, on the other hand, was furious seeing Astrid with Mr. Thompson.

A man in a dark suit approached them to welcome them.

"Welcome, Mr. Thompson. I'm sorry to have seen you late," he said politely.

"And who is she, if I may ask?" The man in the suit asked.

"I'm Astrid Walton," Astrid replied.

"Oh, the youngest daughter of the Waltons. Am I correct?"

"Yes, you are," Astrid said with a smile. "Well, I didn't know you were this beautiful. You look lovely tonight."

"Thank you," Astrid said with a smilex

"By the way, I'm Michael Smith. You can call me Mike," he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. Astrid was about to shake him, but Andrew held her hand. Mike smiled and put his hand in his pocket.

"It's okay. At least I made a new friend. I'll see you around. Nice meeting you, Astrid." He said before he left.

"Likewise, Mike," she said with a smile as Mike walked away. She looked at Andrew, who was still holding her hand.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Did you forget the contract? You're not meant to have any form of contact with the opposite sex." Andrew said

"You're being ridiculous. It's just a handshake. Let me go."

Andrew didn't say anything. "Let me go. He's gone now" she said, but Andrew didn't listen to her. And she spotted Mira coming towards their direction, so she composed herself. "Good evening, Mr. Thompson," Mira said with a fake smile.

'How may I help you?' Mr. Thompson asked,

'I would like to speak to my sister in private.' Mira said and Andrew let go of Astrid's hand and walked away.

'What is it?' asked Astrid

'I thought you'd be in the street the moment you left, but I guess you seduced Mr. Thompson. What are you doing with him?' Mira asked

'What do you mean?' Astrid asked

'Oh, please, you're already living in one of his houses. You think I haven't heard about all your stories, your escapades?' At that moment, Astrid knew that Ashley had told everyone everything she saw, and she hated the fact that she knew.

Ashley.

'Actually, it's my life, not yours. I don't want you to meddle in my business,' Astrid said firmly.

'You're a little slut who wants to live my life, be Mrs. Thompson, and join the Elites club,' Mira screamed the last part, making everyone look at them. Astrid got annoyed that Mira ruined her night, and Astrid gave Mira a hard slap on the cheek,for ruining her night which surprised everyone including Mr Thompson

Andrew was surprised but he liked the fact that Astrid was a fierce woman. Mike came to ease the tension. Mira's friends took her out of the hall. Mike found out that Astrid was upstairs looking at the sky. Mira found out that Astrid was upstairs looking at the sky, so he decided to join her.

"How are you feeling?" Mike asked.

"Much better," she said without sparing him a glance.

"Is that how you have been treated your whole life?" Mike asked, trying to strike a conversation and also in disbelief.

"I don't wanna talk about this," Astrid replied.

"I'm sorry for striking up memories," Mike apologized.

"It's okay," Astrid replied after taking a deep breath.

"Astrid," Andrew called coldly, and Astrid knew she had to be by his side.

"I'll see you some other time, Mike," Astrid said.

"Alright then," Mike said with a smile and walked away.

"Mike? You're calling him Mike?" Andrew asked.

"Yes, what was I meant to call him?" Astrid retorted.

"How close are the both of you?" Andrew asked.

"He's a friend, and he insists I call him Mike."

"What's there, Astrid?" Andrew asked.

"As your master, you are now instructed to call him Michael," Andrew instructed.

"What?" Astrid exclaimed

"Are you trying to disobey me?" Andrew asked Astrid in a harsh tone.

"No, I dare not," Astrid said with a hard glare.

Andrew ignored her and stretched his arm, and Astrid locked her arm in his as they made their way downstairs.

"Can you dance?" Andrew asked.

"No, I can not," Astrid lied.

"Either way, we are dancing."

"What if I step on you?" Astrid informed.

"That doesn't matter,"

" Really," Astrid said with a smile because she had a plan.

Astrid placed her hand on his shoulder and locked the other in his hand and smiled. After two steps, she would step on Andrew and behave apologetically.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Andrew observed, and when they switched partners, Astrid danced like a pro. He knew she could dance, but she kept stepping on him.

They switched partners again, and Andrew whispered in Astrid's ear, "If you step on me one more time, you won't like what will happen next."Andrew said, which made Astrid smile.

'What can you do in a place filled with prestigious people?' Astrid thought and decided to step on him and see his next move.

Astrid stepped on him and smiled. She was about to say sorry, but Andrew crashed his lips on hers and held her waist tightly so she wouldn't move.

Mira, who was watching them from a distance, walked over and separated them, then poured a glass of wine on Astrid's face for kissing Andrew. Astrid was stunned for a moment, then she was given a napkin by a waiter. She wiped her face, and when she could open her eyes, she saw that Mira and Andrew had become dance partners already.

She didn't know who she was meant to be angry with - is it Mira for pouring wine on her or Andrew for kissing her? This night hadn't really been her night. Lots of crazy stuff had been happening, so she decided to return back.

Luckily for her, she recognized the chauffeur who drove them here.

"I'm going back," she said to herself, then to the chauffeur.

"Miss, what of Mr. Thompson?" the chauffeur asked.

"He sent me to go home." Astrid replied.

"Why?" The chauffeur asked.

" Because he's angry.Come on, let's go," Astrid said to the chauffeur as she entered the car.

Meanwhile, Andrew's eyes were on Astrid while she was in the hall, but the minute she left the hall, Andrew excused himself from Mira, who didn't want him to go, but the glare made Mira apologize and let him go.

He found out that Astrid had gone back. He made a call, and in less than five minutes, someone appeared to take him home, and he met Astrid sitting on the couch in the living room.