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Tiffany's POV

"Tiffany!"

My heart nearly stopped. I'd spent weeks avoiding the owner, but it had all been in vain, she'd finally caught up with me.

I forced a smile to my dry lips and turned to look at her.

"Hey Aunt Sophia, what a surprise." I said.

"It is." My Aunt Sophia Baxter said, hurrying towards me. "I've been trying to get hold of you for months. I was beginning to feel you were avoiding me."

Months? its only been two weeks you dramatic witch. I thought bitterly.

"Me? Of course not, why should I be?" I asked innocently, hoping I was good enough an actress to stop the guilt from showing on my face.

Because you are trying to avoid the humiliation I'm determine to give you. Aunt Sophia's eyes said. But her mouth said:

"You haven't taken my calls or replied my messages, what am i to think?"

That I want you to fuck off! I thought.

"Sorry, work has been crazy. I'm still building up my clinic and expanding my charity work, I barely have time to eat." I explained.

"Poor dear, you need to rest." She cooed, but I could see the, Yeah right! in her eyes.

"I've been anxious to find you so I can remind you of Penny's wedding. You did promise to come remember?"

"Yeah, I did. But with the way work is right now I don't think I can -"

"It's only one day." She interrupted sharply, "taking a day off work to attend a family event won't crash your clinic. Family should come before work. Your father is going to be there and he'll be expecting you too. it'd put you back in your father's good graces once more. You know I want that more than anything." She purred.

Bitch! we both knew how much she was enjoying the current strained relationship between my dad and I. So much so, I could bet she jacked off thinking about it every night.

"Please come," she continued, "everyone is anxious to meet this new guy you're dating. It would put an end to these nasty rumors, unless, he doesn't exist." She said slyly.

"Of course he exists. Did you think I'm making him up?" I asked, feigning anger.

"Of course not sweetheart. I know you too well not to have such a thought, but others don't. Gossip blogs are whispering no responsible guy would ever date you after what happened. Your father was worried about that too, that's why he's was relieved to hear you were dating and is anxious for you to introduce your new boo to the public. Penny's wedding will be the best place to do that."

Her tone was sweet, but the smirk on her face told me this malicious bitch knew there wasn't any man and was looking forward to see me make a fool of myself before the rest of my family.

Not happening, I thought determine.

"Sure, Aunt Sophia , I'll be at the wedding. 23rd right?"

"Yes dear. Mark it on your calendar. Penny will text you the color code of the day and other info. See you. I can't wait."

Wait to see me disgraced, I thought bitterly as I watched her waddle away.

I groaned in frustration and slammed into my office. My secretary noticed my foul mood and wisely avoided eye contact.

"Any appointments?" I asked irritably.

"Two, Dr. Baxter," she said and reeled off names and time.

Normally I'd be happy my business was picking up, but not today. In a couple of weeks I was going to watch my obnoxious cousin walk down the aisle with my ex fiance.

Yep, the groom, Fred Castle, was my ex fiance. We'd been days away from walking down the aisle ourselves when a scandal had changed our wedding plans, and my life.

it had been a year ago but was so fresh it could have been days.

******

It was a Saturday. I was in the mall buying a few items I’d need for my bridal shower when my phone rang.

“Tiffany! Where the hell are you?” My father demanded.

The tone of his voice told me something disastrous had happened.

“I’m at the mall. Is everything –“

“Get back here now!”

He hung up before I could ask another question. I immediately drove home, wondering what had happened. Was it to do with the company? I was set to start work there on Monday as a senior executive, maybe the board has changed their mind about my appointment.

I didn’t have to wonder long. Half way home, Rosie called.

“Tiffany! What the hell! You’ve set social media is on fire.”

“Why? What’s happening?” I asked panicking.

“Are you driving? Better park somewhere and log into I*******m.”

I obeyed. Pictures of me half naked online hit my eyes.