Chapter Twenty-Two
Mikaela:
I arrived at the place. The workers were already cleaning up for next Saturday's class and picking up the equipment.
I didn't spot the tutor, so I went back to the gates to meet the security.
“Good day,” I greeted.
“Good day, ma'am. Mrs. White, right?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear.
I didn't like the fact that people called me White. I didn't know why. I just hated it because the White family made me a pawn, a victim, a target in a battlefield.
Or maybe it was just because I wanted to hear the Vinny last name behind my name.
But it wasn't official yet. I mean, we were not divorced yet. Yes. But we had a huge fight that lasted five good years. That was the same fight that destroyed a lot in our connection. We were only trying to rebuild it back now.
So, I didn't think I could go back to just claiming the last name after rejecting it a million times both publicly, privately, and even on papers.
I could, but shouldn't there but something more to make peo
