Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 34

"So, it's true, the troublemaker has returned to cause more chaos. Seeing the cast, yep, still causing trouble I see."

Alina turned from craft supplies she was looking at and rolled her eyes seeing the tall skinny woman with long straight blonde hair smirking at her. "Amy, still as skinny and blonde as ever, are you all plastic now or do you still have some humanity in your empty carcass?"

"Tell me, is your older brother still following you around like a bodyguard making sure you aren't causing any more trouble, or has he finally given up on your pathetic life and accepted that you will end up with your parents?"

"Last I checked, it was none of your business," Alina glared.

"And last I checked, it was pretty pathetic you caused so much trouble your brother couldn't have a life because he had to keep dealing with you," she scoffed back making Alina wince. "But if history does repeat itself and you are here then that must mean he is too. If he is still as good looking as he was last time he was in town, maybe I can finally pull him away from your drama and show him a good time."

"Mommy!"

Without thinking about it, Alina caught Melisma as she ran to her and picked her up, settling her on her hip as Melisma hugged her.

"Oh, great another statistic to add to your list. That also explains all the weight gain. You certainly have let yourself go over the years, no wonder you are a single parent."

"Watch it—" Alina growled.

"There you are Princess," Victor smiled as he came over to Alina and kissed the top of her head. "I found the glass etching stuff you were looking for. Oh, is this a friend of yours?"

"You're Victor Morgan," Amy gasped.

"Yes, and you are?" Victor asked with forced politeness. "Do you know my wife?"

"Your wife?" Amy asked in shock.

"Yes," Victor nodded then turned back to Alina, "Are we almost done Princess? The jeweler just called and said they are done cleaning your ring."

"Yes, I am," she smiled up at Victor. "I would say it was nice seeing you again, Amy, but unlike you I don't lie. I'll be sure to warn Marc to stay away from you."

"You little—" Amy glared.

"Come along," Victor said turning Alina and Melisma away from Amy, "what else are we going to do today, my lovely family?"

"Everything okay?" Marc asked as the three of them approached him near the check out.

"No," Victor frowned.

"Yes," Alina glared at Victor.

"What happened?" Marc asked as he took the cart from Alina.

"Nothing," Alina said as she shifted Melisma to her other side.

"Of course, I would find you here with your sister. Wherever she is, you are sure to follow."

"Amy?" Marc asked shocked as he turned to see her behind Alina.

"I'll be out in the car," Alina sighed forcing herself not to roll her eyes.

"Wait just a second Princess," Victor shook his head, "we are almost done."

"Well, this certainly explains why you haven't been in the public lately," Amy smirked, "I would be embarrassed to be seen with your so-called wife as well. I definitely wouldn't want my fans to know all the sordid skeletons in her closet, I doubt you could ever recover from that. When you're ready to be seen again, give me a call, I'll be more than glad be at your side."

"Vic doesn't want to ruin his reputation with a sleaze like you," Marc glared. "If I were you, Vic, I wouldn't stand so close, there's no telling what kind of diseases she has caught over the years."

"Good idea," Victor nodded as he stepped closer to Alina. "Come along, Princess, I think we should find a different place to shop for crafts while we are here."

Victor wrapped his arm around her shoulder while Marc took Melisma from her. They left the store while Amy looked on in shock.

"That lady mean," Melisma pouted as Marc buckled her into her car seat.

"Yes she is," Marc nodded. "But don't worry, you won't have to see her again. She is just a stupid mean lady that doesn't know what she is saying."

"Okay," Melisma nodded as Marc shut the door then walked over to the passenger seat.

He stood in front of Alina and waited until she turned to look at him. He gripped her knees and turned her until she was completely facing him. He pulled apart her knees and stepped in between them. He cupped her face and kissed her nose. "You don't believe anything that stupid slut said do you? You know she has always been jealous over my attention to you. Do you believe her?"

"No," she whispered as she gripped his wrist with her one good hand.

"Good," Marc smiled softly. "And just so you know, Beautiful, one of these days your new names are going to be true."

She looked at him in shock as he winked and chuckled, buckled her in then shut the door before heading over to his truck.