This could probably be the fifth time the protocol servant will be knocking on my door to remind me of the yacht party. I was already pissed off and still in doubt if I would be able to make it to the yacht party. Although it was a party in honor of my husband yet I didn’t see honor in it. Since Fanny and his entire family had connived to trade me away all in the name or arrange marriage.
“Who the hell is at my door?” I yelled, widened my gaze towards the door to see if it was the protocol servant, “Oh Eva is that you? I asked once I opened the door to see it was Eva.
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