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me. Couldn't you at least give me a heads-up? History keeps repeating itself. Last week you failed to show up to our family weekend dinner knowing fully well how grandma values

and through my hair and gazed at the ceiling. I get it, I said to her, exhausted. I do get it, but I'm beginning to doubt if things will ever change. I used to think I was the most fortunate one out of my siblings. Pablo can't stand his fiancée and my other brothers do not have the slightest idea who they will marry, however. I was the only one who was lucky enough to fall in love with the young maiden my grandmother chose for me but we needed to get married. However, of late this doesn't feel like an arranged marriage any longer, and I'm not feeling exceptionally lucky. Everything feels mechanical and constrained, and the love we ought to feel with our upcoming wedding is lost. "She isn't coming, is she?" I looked up and saw my younger brother Richard standing at the entrance. His expression is crystal clear, but his eyes betray his inconvenience. Before now I would have made up a cover story for Loretta but I do not have it in me today

lly and limit my eyes on Richard. Since when did he think Arielle was wonderful? She's been like a small sister to all of us. Has the way he sees her changed? "How did he know she woul

ight, but they're two sides of a coin .l drifted back to the time my grandma began arranging marriage between the Warren and the Rowan. Back then, it was Arielle they needed me to wed but waking up with Loretta beside me at Bianca's twenty- one birthday party, My grandma changed to Loretta.I moan as she turns and strolls back to the organiser, a sense of mystifying misfortune washing over me. "Mr. Warren!" I constrain a grin as I turn toward the organiser of today's occasion, making the fundamental little conversation. The entertainment industry is about seeing and being seen, and I'm wiped out of it. I'm tired of the vain glory, the fakeness of living in a world of make-believe. I'm longing for validity. "Several of your models strolled our fashion show today," Josh said to me gladly. "Warren Media is a powerhouse. Is there anything you don't do?You own a Radio and T.V station ,a magazine company and a movie production company.I don't know how you are doing it but I'm honoured you were able to make out time to graze our occasion today." I gesture and attempt my hardest to hold a conversation with him, but the conversation I had with Richard keeps ringing in my head. Is something genuinely going on between them? I'm about to form an excuse to cut off the ass-kissing that's been going on when the discussion behind me catches my attention. I can't." I tense and turn around at the sound of Arielle's voice. She's disturbed, but she's grinning brightly at the man standing before her. "Excuse me," I said to Josh, an implicat

eserves better than this kind of bullshit. "I didn't know," he says, his voice soft. I fix my hold on Arielle and grin. "Now you know, so take off." He nodded and strolls outside, his jaws clenched, but I do not

at I do not like, and it isn't the reality that he's one of the few individuals who are untouchable by me. I've attempted to urge Grandmother to jettison his firm as our security supplier, but she won't budge on it. I'm not beyond any doubt what it is with him, but I assume it's the way he looked at Arielle or maybe the way he didn't. Arielle can be the centre of someone's universe but she was scarcely on his radar. His h

side and smiles before turning back to me. "It's my manager," she said to me."I figure it's time for an unending drama as far as anyone knows vital socialising. I'll see you later, okay?" I nodded and watched her walk away, my look floating to the man she's strolling toward. Her manager is gazing at her in a way that cannot be depicted as profici