Their Family Photoshoot

"Let go of us, Yvanna!" Veronica cried out as she attempted to remove my hand from their hair.

"We didn't do anything wrong." Malia debated. "In fact, we are someone else's escorts."

A few security guards attempted to break us apart from after catching a glimpse that it was me, they backed out. Instead, they followed us outside the building.

The moment we stepped foot outside, I pushed the two harder. Hard enough they both stumble to the rough and muddy surface of the ground.

Their once glimmering expensive evening gowns are now stained with dirt and mud. And I have no regrets dragging them away from the event.

"Do you think I am that fool enough not to notice what you two are doing to my husband?" I growled at them. "Even if you were someone else's escort, doesn't mean you cannot flirt with him."

Veronica and Malia burst into tears as they looked around. Hundreds of flashing cameras surrounded us, catching every angle of the commotion.

Malia tried to cover her face with her bar