No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I watched the two men on the ground, asking, "Isn't it the same here?"

Yolande paused for a moment, "True, but whether we can go or not is up to Ernest to decide. I can't make that call."

I wanted to ask, "Aren't you his fiancée?" but I knew that such a bitter remark would only make me seem like more of a fool.

"Let's go inside and wait. Standing here is pretty tiring," Yolande said, without a hint of discomfort.

I glanced at the two men on the ground. Yolande added, "They won't be going anywhere."

She caught them, she tied them up, she was confident, and I had no worries.

Following me into the villa, Yolande looked around and then said, "This place has a real cozy vibe, seems like there's a lady of the house."

She felt the same way I did.

"Not too sure," I replied honestly.

Having just entered Dustin's private space and inspected his wardrobe, I found no trace of any woman.

for the art studio, and that woman

comfortable on the sofa, and I joined her, "The guys

as much. Let Ernest handle them for you," Yolande's words made me frown

as if Conrad was

I didn't object, because explaining my relationship with Conrad to Yolande would be pointless, and if I did, she might think I was interested in Ernest? Thinking about her relationship with Ernest, remembering the phone call about them picking out rings, I

were bare, without

picking out wedding rings, to be used for the engagement or

towards me, "My hands look good, don't

Ms. Clark, you're beautiful; everything about you is just perfect," I said truthfully, offering my

This woman was flawless.

is that a sincere compliment?" she laughed

wry smile as she

"Actually, women shouldn't suppress or belittle themselves.

praise someone you dislike."

point; she meant I

But that wasn't true.