The Walters were not exactly a big deal in the capital city. Allen would have never been my fiance if not for the connection between our old folks. He had enjoyed the perks of being connected to our family, and he thought he could just walk away from it.
How naive.
After the ceremony, I left with my manager, who was fuming. “Allen did this on purpose! Did he forget this was live-streamed? He ruined your big moment!”
I patted her shoulder and said, “It’s just right on time. Make it the most trending topic online. I want Allen to beg me to forgive him.”
I would never let him get away with this.
Natasha Holland, my manager and cousin, was stunned. “You are serious?”
“Of course.”
“Alright, I’ll get to it, then!” Natasha grinned. She had been with me from the get-go and knew exactly what Allen was like.
As the live broadcast continued, Allen’s grand confession and Lydia’s tearful response became the story of the night. The two were surrounded by reporters afterward, posing together like they were the happiest couple on earth.
I smirked as I watched from my car, driving away. I wondered how Allen would explain himself?
The moment I got home, Allen showed up at my door with his parents. His face was red and swollen, his shirt half-tucked, and he was tied up with ropes. Was he here to beg for forgiveness?
“Rosie, Allen was out of his mind today,” said his mother, Jade Walter, pulling my hand. “Lydia seduced him, and she got to his head for a moment there. Please forgive him.”
