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.

and Atticus aren’t happy we left the party early.”

you sure they aren’t following us back home?” Clarissa asks.

answers her. “They know

looks over at me. “You haven’t said a single word. Are you

what to say around the

“do we make you

each other. You’re sisters. I sometimes feel like it may be

sure how to

sisters by blood, but we’re open to another. And we think that you’ll

you to complete us. So please, feel more comfortable around us. We promise that we will always protect you.” Clarissa

them both. They’d done things I still hoped were not true. Still, Autumn

They asked if I wanted to spend more time with them, but I was too sad to join them. It still bothered me that everyone knew Dante and I didn’t sleep in the same room. The rumors would only get worse

themselves at Dante 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 throwing themselves at him made

diary.

My Dearest Husband,

me because it made me want you more than I already did. I want you to continue to be nice to me, but at the same time,

the pen onto the bed and placed the diary where it belonged. I don’t know why I put my thoughts into that book. It was a disaster waiting to happen if anyone ever tried to read

entrance. What was he doing back already? He should still

usually knocked before

got up from the bed and walked over to him.