The Famous Dinner (3)

As I see the dining hall nearer the more I got more scared and out of curiosity I asked

"hey...Are we there yet?" while feeling my legs and feet get numb cause why does I need to wear a six inch heels and walked too far?

"Does your legs or feet hurts?" like hell? do you think that walking this long It won't?

"Yes" I answered with a little sarcastic look... like I could rant my shit while being starred by tons of people I wouldn't want to be talked behind their backs like this bitch like our master because he is rich and she is well favoured duhhh I wouldn't I need to know who that guy first.

A sudden forced from my waist got me walked closer to him then he whisper

"let me help you" hey boy you are one of a hell of Casanova if I were like that naive as before then I would have fallen as fast as a ball drop to the floor but nah ahh

"We are already pretending there's no problem right?" like hell I could react negatively while your fucking maids are around i just answered "alright" hey it's my first time getting held like a fragile thing needed to be cared. a soft smile came out of my mouth then all of a sudden I felt my face flushed.

Then we suddenly stopped at a big door more like an entrance

"Hey... You need to be as graceful as possible and smile" like I wouldn't smile but I think my smile would look a bit sarcastic

"Hey..."

"Yes Honey?" the fuck so i'm the bad one here not calling my "fake husband" honey?

"Honey... how do I look?" while flashing my dazzling smile

"You are gorgeous honey lets go in" while slowly making his way to my fingers intertwining it to his.

As he looked at the guy in the entrance the guy opened the door for us get ready then he suddenly kissed my forehead enabling the people in the dining hall see us hey that's nasty I could react negatively but no I need to do my job perfectly

then a loud voice jokingly say

"hey you're going to dining hall not to your room" it's supposed to be funny but it made me shy

Then a applause can be heard

"Well, well... well My dear son brought a girl" isn't it obvious? do I look like a man?

"which family does she belong? the kim's? Park? or the De Leon?" wait what? do you not know the SMITH'S?

"She's the sole daughter of smith" atleast he knows though

"I thought the daughter of Smith's has a son? You wouldn't want to marry a girl with a son do you?" My tounge is itching... So i'm not legible fine you bitch just you see

"Yes... It's our son and I do want to marry her, Can we take a seat now cause your wasting out time" serves you right bitch...barrssss

"Son take your seat"

he pulled a seat for me then seated beside

"Where did you meet her?" can we just focus on eating before your nonsense questions it's really irritating i'm fucking hungry

"Let's talk after our meal mother" atlast a moment of silence from a chattering old lady