17. Family

Brielle Clarke

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I was not a woman who liked attention, so you could understand how embarrassed I felt when Maxim and I were walking into the hall.

It was like everyone stopped what they were doing and decided that staring at us was better.

My hand was tucked in his and I tried to hide my face as we walked in. Maxim, however, seemed used to this as he was not bothered by the numerous people staring at him. “Why are they so many?” I whispered.

“There are very big families, Brielle. Very big.”

I wanted to bite down on my lip but I knew it would ruin my lipstick so I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the onlookers.

I wanted to ask him where exactly we were going when he spotted a man and walked toward him. The man seemed like the Italian version of him. From what I’d seen around the house, Maxim didn’t like the Italians.

“Why are you walking towards him? I thought you didn’t like Italians?”

Surprisingly, Maxim didn’t dismiss my questions or answer me rudely. “I like that Italian an