The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 3

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 3

~AUTUMN~

Something is happening. I don’t know what it is. Our parents are too happy. Atticus’s parents are shaking hands with my parents like they’re about to make the biggest deals of their life. And while I should be overjoyed over this, I can’t help but feel nervous and a little skeptical about the entire thing.

For one, my siblings were nowhere around for this ‘important’ business deal. If it were that important, they would be here as well. Why were my parents so strict about me being with them? Something tells me that I will get my answer very soon.

“What is going on?” I ask my mother when I finally get her alone. “There is something you’re not telling me, and I want to know what it is.”

I can’t help but tap my fingers against the glass impatiently as I wait for a response—a proper one.

There is a reason why she brought me here with her. I should have realized that she wouldn’t have dragged me all the way here without a hidden agenda.

Maybe I should have tried harder to get out of this. I knew that trouble was up ahead; I just wasn’t sure what kind of trouble it would be.

throat when the door to the front of us slams open and reveals the man of my dreams. Atticus Fawn. Time stops in those few seconds, just like it always does when he enters a room. His broad shoulders fill the entrance, making it

as he does. I’m too busy staring at Atticus to care about what’s troubling them. His eyes briefly connect with mine, and

I’m here? During these past few years, Atticus has barely

toward his target. I notice then that there is a magazine in his hand. Not just one;

room as he flings the magazines in front

a picture of myself on

heart skips a

not the only one in the magazine; there is also Atticus. The pictures aren’t what has me in

Fawn To

He asks, his voice is calm, but

keeping from me. This is the reason they

should have agreed upon first? How many people already knew about this? There were already magazines printed, which meant that we were probably

Anya right now? Did this mean that she also saw the article? I hope that she knows I had nothing to do with it. I hope she knows that I didn’t agree to this wedding. She was my best friend, and while I wasn’t happy with some of her decisions, I wouldn’t intentionally sabotage her relationship

we have guests right now. If you had a question, you could have asked without throwing these magazines all over

you’re late.” His father adds. There is no hiding the disappointment in his voice. “If you were on time, you wouldn’t have had to find out this

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