LORRAINE'S POV
I watched him smirk as he placed his hands around my shoulders. The bastard. There were few cheers, but other than that, all was silent.
"Come on! You don't deserve to be dressed so elegantly as my slave," he mocked.
I frowned at him, clipping my tongue at the roof of my mouth. The man had so much audacity to do this. I couldn't feel more ridiculed and embarrassed.
He shoved me aside, then walked over to his fiancé. Agatha was looking at me with such malice. I wanted to spit right on her face. She wasn't worth my energy in the least. She was just a...
"What are you doing there? Take her away, I don't want to see her stupid face for now," he said coldly.
For some reason, tears gathered into her eyes. It felt so awful when he'd said it, and I hated herself for feeling anything other than hate for this man.
