The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 171

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 7

~WILLOW~

“I wanted to slap each of them on their ugly faces!” Clarissa hissed next to me. “Why didn’t Dante say something? He just stood there while they all had so much to say.”

“To be fair, there wasn’t anything he could say to make it better.” Autumn points out. “They are indeed sleeping in separate rooms.”

“At least he got her this beautiful ring,” Clarissa says as she brings my hand closer to her face. “Even though he upsets me sometimes, I must say that Dante at least made one good decision tonight. Did you see Sharon’s face when she saw the ring?”

Autumn nods, “Sharon is just upset that she didn’t get a chance to have Dante herself. She knew that there was nothing she could do as long as Anya was around. Now that Anya’s gone, she thinks she can have him even though he’s married.”

“Women like her makes me so angry.” Clarissa mumbles. “Damon was holding me back the entire time; if he weren’t around, I would have fried her hair!”

Autumn covered her mouth, but even that couldn’t stop her laughter. “That would have been such a funny sight to see.”

I had to agree. Seeing something like that happen to Sharon would have placed me in a better mood.

aren’t happy we

aren’t following us back home?” Clarissa asks. She looks behind us to

keep Dante company,” Autumn answers

“You haven’t said a single word. Are

never know what to say around the two of

“do

sisters. I

how

new sister. We may be sisters by blood, but we’re open to another. And we think that you’ll be perfect to fit into that position.” Autumn

complete us. So please, feel more comfortable around us. We promise that

mother have been nothing but mean to them both. They’d done things I still hoped were not true. Still, Autumn and Clarissa treated

up to the mansion. They walked me back to my room. They asked if I wanted to spend more time with them, but I was too sad

now that they knew he had no feelings for me. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried my face into it. The thought of women like her

to my diary. The

My Dearest Husband,

than I already did. I want you to continue to be nice to me, but at the same time, I wish that you didn’t. Because if you did, my heart would lose this battle, and if it did, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking what should have been mine

the diary where it belonged. I don’t know why I put my thoughts into

entrance. What was he doing back already? He

usually knocked before entering. Did something

the bed and walked over to him. “Did something happen?”