Ashton had a good point, and I could not agree more with him. “That’s right. How can we tell when their faces were covered with a mask. Why would Ashton and I just leave our wedding outfit behind and sneak into some parking lot like we’re having an affair? It doesn’t make sense.”
“So you’re saying that the reporters lied and that they reported fake news? What are you so nervous about then?” questioned John provokingly.
“I’m not! Why would you say that? I’m not nervous at all.” I immediately threw my hands open and pretended to be calm.
“Of course not. Everybody can see that,” remarked John sarcastically.
It was then I finally realized that the more I tried to explain myself, the worse I was making myself look.
I was so angry at John for making a fool out of me that I picked up a pillow beside me and threw it at him.
Suddenly, a voice almost as annoying as John himself came from upstairs. “Hey, would you look at that! The couple of the century has graced us with their presence!”
Dressed in gold pajamas and a pair of slippers, Holden casually walked down the stairs.
The man then sat down beside me before quickly getting up again to stare straight at me. “I have to say, Mrs. Fuller. I never imagined you to be one of us.”
“Shut up, Holden!” I shouted at the man abashedly. Feeling utterly helpless, I quickly turned to Ashton for help.
Even though Ashton could see that I was looking at him, he took a sip of his tea and acted like everything was under control. “Mrs. Eriksen, could you please get Mr. Taylor a glass of dragon fruit juice?”
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