“You were the one swearing up and down you’d cut ties with me,” she continued, venom thick in her tone. “Why are you suddenly having second thoughts?”
Her words stung. Honestly, I felt a flicker of disappointment. The Youngs had ruled the market for years. How did they end up raising a daughter so shallow?
“Get out,” Mr. Watts barked, leaning in with raw contempt. “You’re not welcome here. Beat it.”
I smiled faintly. “Isn’t that enough? You’ve gotten what you wanted. Why keep up the act? The ceremony’s starting soon. Shouldn’t your boss be here by now?”
Just then, the dressing room door was pushed open, and then a man about my age swaggered in like he owned the place.
“Miss Young, will you marry me?” he asked loudly.
“Mr. North, you're finally here!” Mr. Watts excitedly said.
As such, the room rose as one to greet him, the NorthStar heir.
"Judging by that attitude, you must be the one really calling the shots, huh?" I remarked.
He stalked toward me with a predator’s ease and complimented, “Kid, gotta hand it to you. You’re clever.”
“But being too clever can backfire,” he soon added, voice oily with amusement.
He carried himself with more arrogance than even Mr. Watts.\