Even though I told Ella each and everything about my unwanted wife, seeing her while I was with Alina was still not something I was comfortable with.
But what was more shocking than that was...
"This is Flinn...my partner."
He was in a red suit, handsome and tall enough to match Ella or maybe shorter—it was hard to say since Arabella was in heels.
Standing beside Ella, with their arms intertwined, he had a very cheerful expression on his face, matching the occasion, but on the other hand...
I turned my head towards Ella, and my eyes twitched, and it was more so after seeing Alina smirking.
I wasn't the only one, though, as the man named Flinn also looked nervously at me.
Politely smiling back, I secretly prod at Alina.
I understood where Arabella was coming from, but why did Alina seem ready to initiate a skirmish at any moment?
It felt like there were two kings who were a step away from their battle…with me and Flinn as foot soldiers of each.
