'Who is this woman? Why am I fascinated with her? She's not beautiful and yet I can't take my eyes off her!' Even while Gav was reading the prenuptial draft, his mind kept wandering. His eyes went to Dara...
Dara was aware of him. Gav knew it. She avoided his eyes. She sat very far away from him.
Gav was getting more eager to marry her. He did not understand his growing impatience. They could have been married tomorrow or one month after.
"Why the haste, Grandpa?" he asked suddenly. "Maybe, Dara and I want to wait a week or a month?"
"Because I change my will the second time, Gav," Grandpa Gavreel explained.
"Change it again," challenged Gav.
"Octavia is threatening to go to her lawyers already. I don't want to aggravate the situation. You have to be married now--pronto!"
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