The sound of ticking coming from my watch, the tapping of my heel on the carpeted floor, and the grumbling sound that doesn't come from a monster's throat or thunders in the sky, but from my stomach.I watched how my soon-to-be husband, Michael Montero, reviewed my papers as if I'm applying for a job with him. When in fact, I'm not, and he asked to see me personally."I don't see any reason why you had to go through my background like I did a crime," I broke the silence, which had me convinced that I'd gone deaf.Throwing his naturally sharp eyes on me, he closed the folder containing everything about me and sighed. He placed it back inside his bag as the waiter arrived, wishing "bon appétit" as he left.Michael played with his long hands with his utensils, aligning them neatly according to the way he wanted them to look. He sat there like he's some kind of the most respected person in the world. Well, yes, he is one of the most respected persons on this globe. Imagine being one of the
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