Regan.
"Lucinda. Lucinda. Lucinda!" I pull her forcefully.
She stares at me defiantly, her eyes red rimmed.
"Get your f**king hands off me Regan." She spitefully bites, her eyes glaring at me.
My lips are pulled tightly as I glare at her. She dared to embarrass me before notable guests. The show she just put up would go a long way. I could hear cameras clicking as we stood there.
The media would have a filled day.
"How dare you slap me in front them. You forget we aren't married yet, Lucinda. Do you know how this would affect my reputation and the reputation of the entire Heartstones?" I lean into her, menacingly.
Her breathing comes rapidly, as she continues glaring. Her eyes morphing into different emotions. We're at the foyer, guests are snickering as they pass by.
I ignore them. They can be handled later. My only business is the woman standing before me.
