''You are not my bride, aren't you?''
The silence that followed his words was worse than a pin-drop silence. Ashley stared at her prince charming with parted lips.
How is he so sure?
Ashley broke the nerve stopping silence with a nervous laugh. Hitting her hands lightly on the table before brushing his words off with, ''How can you be so sure I am not the one my father joined you with when you have no idea how I look like to judge? Were you not the one that sent that little golden colored paper to my workplace today and asked for me to meet with you at this hotel by seven pm? Or are you someone else?''
She should learn to smile less, Azrael tilted his head a bit to the side in quick observation. Her teeth are not properly arranged and not white enough. Probably due to the intake of numerous substances and all…
He lowered his head to smile. This human really do take him for a fool.
