Asteria
“Of course, friend. When will the wedding be? ” he asked, making me cough. Their attentions drew at me while Terrence touched my back and gently massaged it. I immediately avoided as a kid scared of clowns.
I don't want anyone like him to touch me.
“No, child. You can get used to your fiancé doing that, and besides being a lawyer, our son also knows how to massage,” his mother praised as she opened her fan to cover her face while talking. Why is she covering up? Does she have a cleft palate?
"I'm not used to anyone touching me," I said and moved away from Terrence. I don't want to ruin my relationship with Gray just because of this damned marriage for convenience. Dad grimaced, and I knew he did not like what I did. Silence prevailed the whole room until Mom spoke again.
