After the contract signing with Clayton Grey I stepped out of his car. Though he had initiated taking me back home but I wanted to ride with Becky instead. I needed a little time alone. Maybe to think and reminisce everything that just happened.
Everything that happened still felt like a dream. I was married to Clayton Grey.
"Maeve!"
Mirabelle and Ama rushed toward me the moment my feet touched the ground. I quickly hid my left hand behind my jacket. If they saw the ring, it would be chaos.
Clayton's car pulled away just then quietly, like nothing had happened.
"What's going on? Why were you in Mr. Grey's car?" Mirabelle demanded, her eyes following the car until it disappeared from view. Of course. They'd waited behind just to spy on me.
"You said you had nothing to do with him, so what was that about?" she pressed.
