Betrothed to a brat

Was he the only one seeing Demi drive in and walk into the house?

Fred was bewildered, panting round the room. His fear was back, fear of spending his whole life with someone he had no feelings for, but he couldn’t sit hiding in his gigantic room, she would come knocking.

Quietly walking to the dressing table and grabbing a comb, he ran the strings down his hair, making sure he was nicely dressed so his awkward fiancée won’t create a sin on their first meeting in five years.

Every step he took out of his room and down the stairs felt like being swallowed by a whale, the Sloane lady was sitting across the living room, speaking with Miss Amy, she was speaking so fast he wished she could be put on a slow motion.

But that wasn’t his problem, his problem was right in the living room, speaking with Mrs. Kareena. She was nicely dressed, obviously in her most expensive designers.

When their eyes met he felt a thousand fangs piercing through his glottis and when she walked to