The suddenness of the action left Georgia reeling, her heart pounding in her chest as she found herself face to face with the tense atmosphere inside the room. What was he thinking?! She screamed mentally, though at least glad he’s yet to let go of her. The Giambelli's though all turned to look at her in confusion. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough caught eavesdropping, now she had to be forced into the middle of the action.
"What's the meaning of this, Donovan?" The patriarch asked, giving the woman he couldn’t recognize a critical look.
“Yes, who is she?” Layla hissed, looking at Georgia as though she wanted to rip her apart with her bare hands, already feeling as though she owned Donovan.
Donovan's grip on Georgia's arm tightened, his expression unreadable as he faced his family.
