The Ashworth Family had never said anything about Seraphina Ashworth having a fiancé. It was impossible. She was only fifteen; how could she have a fiancé? This had to be a lie from Seraphina Ashworth. It just had to be.
Josee Sterling forcefully pushed Lance Sterling's hand away and stumbled over to Seraphina Ashworth. "Seraphina Ashworth, you're lying! How could he possibly be your fiancé? You must be scared I'll steal him away, so you made up this lie, didn't you? Huh?"
As she spoke, she turned to look at Caden Reginald, desperate for him to deny what Seraphina Ashworth had just said.
A curve formed on Seraphina Ashworth's red lips—three parts wicked, seven parts lazy. She rose to her feet unhurriedly. "What makes you think you're worthy of being lied to by me? Hmm?"
