Everyone who had the chance to ask them why they were marrying so soon did, and she and Mykolas took pleasure in giving different answers. She’s not letting me have her until I have a ring on her finger, was Mykolas’ answer to one insistent bank owner who had bumped into them when they were out dining in Athens. I want to get him down the altar before he changes his mind and realize I’m after his money like some other people. This was her answer to the supermodel who had asked her the same question when the three of them had found themselves in the same red carpet event. The supermodel had been one of his ex-flings and unable to hide her envy and loathing. But at Velvet’s pointed barb, the other woman had flounced off in her super small dress and super high heels. Remembering the distasteful conversation had Velvet sighing. She had a feeling tonight’s party, hosted by one of Mykolas’ business partners in celebration of their wedding the day after tomorrow, would have many of the same incident.
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