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