"Fiancée?" Octavia laughed mockingly. "Is there no woman on earth that is willing to marry Gav Ackers III?" she taunted. Her sharp eyes stared at Dara critically. She scrutinized from the flat shoes to the loose blouse and skirt that Dara wore.
Dara remained standing with bowed head. She kept silent.
"Let the boy marry her!" Octavia told Gavreel senior. She smirked as she gave her permission.
"But, Mom--" the young witch griped in an undertone.
"Do you want to produce children, Vina? Twelve children, to be exact!"
"N-no!" Vina paled visibly. Her hands checked her shapely figure.
"What?" Gav sat up suddenly. "Who's going to marry who?"
'The witchy spell made him forget about me and our agreement!' Dara realized abruptly.
Gavreel Senior nodded to Attorney Montes wordlessly.
The soli
