Keep your legs to yourself!

Following my remark to the obnoxious Ivy, the table fell silent. The only thing that could be heard was the clatter of forks and knives being moved around the table. I just gave them a hint if they want, let them grasp it. I just called her Lady Maya. The cuisine did not appeal to my senses in the least bit. Despite the fact that my wife was being picked on, this man did nothing to stop them. Instead, he’s just concerned about protecting his beloved daughter from harm.

“Mr. Jones, I am so sorry to disappoint you. This, however, is something that must be done. The Archer household is prohibited from marrying anyone who is not a virgin.” I said.

That is a blatantly false statement. I was going to marry Maya regardless of whether or not she was a virgin. I simply dislike the woman standing in front of me. When she wears her heavy make-up, it appears as though she is straining so hard that she is on the verge of tears. It’s not that she wants to cry, but her caked-on expression gives the