"Meet my daughter, Prisana Visalyaputra. Her husband, Giovanni Blair."
Prisana's father proudly beamed this, as he motioned toward the both of them. It was the first time in three months she had seen her father ever since his betrayal. Under the sparkling chandelier, her father's well-being came to light as he was healthy and happy as ever. He still harbored the politician's glint and voice that drove her mad.
Compared to Prisana, he must be dwelling in the wealth from the marriage and gaining publicity in his candidacy. Prisana was a walking, miserable object that held the arms of her husband only in appearances.
Giovanni had his arm wrapped over her. She could only fake a smile and then when time allowed, glare at the intimacy she could not refuse. When her dear husband beamed his fake smile, it was a smile so fake it made her want to expose him for what he truly was.
