CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

A single touch of hands with Grant can easily make me lose focus. Get your head together - MUNA.

MUNA

I sat at my dressing table, staring at my reflection in front of me. I still couldn't believe it was my engagement party today.

I was dressed in a scarlet red designer dress with a sweetheart neckline. It wasn't too tight, but hugged my curvy figure, perfectly. My long hair was packed in a beautiful high bun. I had insisted on doing my make-up myself, and I had to say I did a great job.

The day Grant got me this dress was the first time he spoke to me since the night we argued after dinner with his parents. In his exact words, "the dress was made for me. It was something he could hardly wait to see on me."

Asides from today being our engagement day, it was also Grant's birthday. His parents were throwing a huge party for us at their mansion.

I stood to adjust my gather and stockings with my feet placed on stool and at that exact moment, Grant walked into my room.

"Did you pose that wa