A childish pout formed on her face as she folded her arms. The wind blew as it ruffled her hair, causing a mean frown to form.
"She's standing right in front of you."
"Old hag, do you think you can fool me? First of all, Victoria loves the wind's kisses. And that frown that you did was more than enough evidence to prove that you aren't her."
"Oh, really?"
Her brows arched as she stared at him, her eyes shining with amusement.
"And who are you to tell me who I am?"
"Simple," he answered with a shrug.
He was more than ready to get this over with. Shame on him for thinking he could ever get out of the Biedermann's family drama.
He honestly felt that they had so much drama that they could put the other reality series out of business.
A nudge in his side was enough for him to glance down on Terror. That snake had it out for him from the moment they first met.
