"Congratulations then on your engagement." I say with a really cold smile.
Trisha lets out an annoyed huff when, instead of fawning over her, I pivot and settle down on the chair in front of me.
I tune their conversation out, nursing my broken heart with my glass of wine.
I feel Roman's arm on the back of my chair, but I refuse to acknowledge it or him for that matter.
I sip my drink in silence, nodding and smiling with the guests when necessary but never indulging in any form of conversation with them. I was there as a secretary, and I will damn well make sure I do only my job description, which in Roman's words was to sit there beside him and look pretty.
I wonder how it works. I wonder how a person can treat me like a princess, and even call me exactly that but still has a fianc
