"Trust me, Elm. They're gonna love you."
I can only nod at Roy's comforting words, even though I don't actually believe him.
Roy is the younger and only brother of the heir of the Carmichael group, which,by the way, is the biggest company in this side of the world.
I suppose it isn't right to call Roy's brother the heir since the guy has basically been running the company since the death of their parents about 5 or 6 years ago.
I didn't even know the mysterious company head had a younger brother. Their family had shut themselves out of the public, drawing a firm line between business, public and personal life.
I actually found out 2 weeks ago, exactly a week after Roy proposed to me.
Yeah, it's no big deal when you find out the guy you're dating and preparing to marry is actually the second son of a billionaire family.
No big deal.
Not. At. All.
I also found out Roy has 30% shares which is actually like billions of dollars worth not to mention, he'd also set up his business a while ago so my slacker boyfriend is actually... a business boyfriend?
No, that doesn't sound right.
Also, I should be saying fiance, I mean, we are engaged.
Also, I'm still in shock.
And horrified.
And anxious.
The last two stemming from the fact that I'm presently on my way to meet his aforementioned brother and did I mention that his brother also has a fiancee, which is also kept away from the public eye because... obviously.
Not that any of that matters because I'm going to meet her there too.
In less than 10 minutes.
I know because I can feel the car slowing down.
My hands are shaking.
I wring the old handkerchief in my hands nervously.
Roy gives my hand one more assuring squeeze, which is the 13th he's given me since the car ride started (not that I've been counting) before parking the car into one of the parking spots.
We're at a fancy restaurant. No wonder he made me wear this dress. I run my hands against the soft designer fabric.
Roy interlocks our hands as he pulls me forward.
What if they don't like me?
I'm not rich, what if this becomes one of those classic 'I refuse on the grounds of you being too poor.' stories.
His brother can't forbid our marriage.
Right?
I am pulled out my thoughts by the sudden jerk of the elevator ascending. When did I get here?
As we step out,I can't help but realize we're in one of those rooms that had to be specially reserved in advance.
There's a guy sitting at the table typing away on his phone, backing us. Roy grins , letting go of my hand to tiptoe behind the guy and aim a hit at the back of the guy's head.
The hand was caught before it made contact though and the guy looked up with a deadly glare directed at Roy. "Seriously?"
My breath catches. He's hot.
Don't get me wrong. I love Roy and Roy is hot but sometimes, you just have to stop and appreciate beauty.
Besides, Roy was surfer- dude hot but this guy was ,like, CEO- hot. I don't know if you understand what I'm trying to say but I do.
As I stared closer, I saw the resemblance. It was in the cheekbones, the jawline, the arch of the nose.
He was Roy's brother.
How the hell did I get connected to this handsome family? What if I'm not pretty enough for their standards? I mean, that guy would want a pretty niece, right?
My ears flare. I've never actually thought about me and Roy having children together. I'm not such a far thinker.
Do I really want this?
I look up at Roy as he jokes around with his brother which is mostly just him and smile.
