When Tiffany got back inside the mansion, she was greeted with everyone's wide smiles. Their eyes were fixated on her. She just wished that they would not look down on her feet for her shoes were covered with mud.
It looked like Mrs. Sandoval already told the news to her guests. The way how she was standing on the grand staircase while holding a glass of wine and fork explained it all.
Tiffany heaved a sigh as she straightened her back, ready to walk towards her soon mother-in-law was standing. But before she could even step a foot forward, an arm wrapped around her waist. Gently, pulling her body close to the owner of it.
"Let's go," the person softly said then lead the way for both of them.
Slowly, she turned her head sideways to look at the man beside her. Of course, it was Lincoln. His facial expression was stoic, eyes darted ahead of him. Tiffany nodded her head once, she held her purse tightly as they gradually move forwards.
