The Wallflower Bride's Revenge
d! Who. I
Michel Ferrari, son and hei
dn't turn around too fast.
to the floor as the
eous," someo
en her before. Do you know who she
g around because there were sev
a picture," some
ly curious. He had to see w
lowly, careful to keep
nd immediately sto
ts about his dignity flying out the
wards him was an ima
that was short in the front, barely re
her bare shoulders in the
erfly at the back, giving the impression
ush lips we
ad a tiara... a freakin
rs a tiara to a b
ed shut and thinned out a
ing welled up
in the pit of his stomach. Disg
beside him said. "I bet s
oyed him even more
d him as people tried
forward furious
having noticed him yet but Miche
bitch!' He swore
ne muttered
d Mrs Featherwork givi
business with the Featherworks. He
Mrs Featherwork, my apologies. I was only ta
that's what it is like to be young again. Not
red distractedly, his e
is direction and was wal
actually parting fo
new the hall was massive and there
everyone else here. There wa
I need to go. There's someo
you around," the s
ions, cutting a path that he knew
he muttered impatiently
her, walking right
hell are you doing
met his gaze for
rprise on her face as if she ha
n, that annoye
usband," she said casual
y. 'Did that little slut just
ound and stor
om behind and whirled her ar
think you're going!"
where am I going? It's a party." She looked po
know it's a party. The question is wh
dinner hall and as at yesterday, I AM a Ferrari," she waved her fingers in
old digger!"
close quickly, pret
l husband, there are a lot of eyes on us. Wouldn't want
wasn't because of her words but the f
. He almost dragged her against him
mistake, he dragged hims
aved coyly. "See yo
nd on her heels