Twenty One

The party was grandiose, and everyone wore black—expensive things Grandmother loves to wear but not my type. Zach did not clear up things about why I needed to wear black. And he meant this.

Scentsy perfumes mixed in the hall of the mansion that was not strong but all were fine to the nostrils, and the soft chatters of his families and relatives around us. We were the last one to come, and all eyes were on us. That made me a bit sick because It was my second time being in the center of an attraction.

But Zach loves being attention, and he was smiling, displaying his even teeth that brought his handsomeness to everyone's eyes. Especially those iffin dimples I want to poke.

Then came whispers, and my gaze moved to Zach's parents sitting at the table near the stage ahead. At the back was a grand staircase. They were not happy seeing their son and just looked anywhere but at him.

Was Zach being rebellious against his family that much because why don't they care about him at all? I can'