“Edwina that’s enough!!” Louis yelled at her before yanking her off Fiona and pulling away her tight fingers from her blonde hair, taking away strands of Fiona’s hair.
“Be grateful that we’re at my engagement party because I would have killed you with my bare hands!” Her chest was still rising and falling rhythmically and her breathing very fast, the rush of blood in her veins, the sweat on her forehead, wiping away the make up she had on. She kicked her heels aside and sat on the edge of the bed where Kingsley laid, almost passed out. Her hair was sticking to her face from the sweat.
Fiona, sprawled on the floor for some moment of sympathy and attention, wiped away the blood on her lips and the tears in her eyes. She sat up, leaning against the wall,
“He’s your brother. Or would you
