A Bride for Elizalde, Highest Bidder
I looked at Lissie's chocolate mouse dessert and noticed that Brandon forgot to put something on top of it.
Effing dammit. Did he lose half of his brain? What the hell happened to my instruction earlier?
My jaw tightened, and as I looked in the other direction, I saw Brandon panicking, walking towards our table.
Face down, I swore in silence and looked at Lizzie. She's smiling, like she's over the moon and doesn't care about me. She's not even looking at me because her eyes are fixed on the performers.
Brandon signals his hand and is holding a whipped cream. But, on the other hand, he is holding my supposed gift for Lizzie.
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