And when we step inside the reception to have dinner, a clasp around my wrist stops me from walking. I look at it and see Christian.
"Can we talk?" He asks.
My eyes gaze at the grip around my wrist. My brow raises as I remove his hand. I smile widely, crossing his arms while staring at his lovely, handsome face.
'Wait, what am I thinking about his handsome face? You are supposed to get mad at him and not mesmerized with him!' I thought to myself.
"Mia? I'm asking you." I snap into reality when he suddenly utters while shaking my shoulder.
I shake my head to discard all my distracting thoughts. 'Get together, Amiadaine!'
"We can talk later but for now, I need to get back inside to help my mother. Then, see you later." I mumble with a smile on my face and wave at him.
I step inside the reception to look for my mother. "Where is my mother?" I murmur while my eyes wander around the place.
