CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

SCARLETT'S POV.

I was completely right. The party was boring as hell, and from the looks of things we weren't even near done here. And then even worse, the annoying as fuck MC who thoughts his jokes were so funny but they were obviously not, had been wasting so much time on the third segment of the programme which was jokes and riddles, that I almost threw my shoe at him.

If I heard one more uncle joke coming from his mouth, I could just do it right there, damning all the consequences.

In my opinion, I saw no reason for anyone to add jokes and riddles to their birthday party programme, but anyways who was I judge? I didn't have as much money as John and I certainly had never thrown a birthday party for rich people alone before so...

Anyways I was bored beyond comprehension and my darling husband was doing nothing to help, in fact he was more interested in focusing really hard on what the lame ass MC was saying than me. I wouldn't have minded the silence between us on any other day, b