Casanova H.S

Chapter Twenty Two

"Do I have to?" I complain while Olivia drags me by my arm to meet my fiancé. After what happened last night this is the last thing I want to do. How is it that I am heartbroken while meeting my husband to be. How did I let myself become one of those girls that want to throw it all away for a sorry excuse of a boy that sleeps with my sister the first chance he gets?

"Yes, you do. You have to meet him sooner or later anyway, so why not now? Besides you won't be alone his whole family will be there." She gives me a fake smile of encouragement as she walks with her head held high, and chest pushed out.

"Wonderful." I roll my eyes at the idea of dinner with all of those stuck up people that after one conversation with me will beg him to marry one of my sisters instead. Which could actually come in my favor. I have no idea why Olivia was so willing to marry me off instead of herself.

"You better not take that attitude with you inside that house." She warns me before weakly knocking at the door, and not even a second later it opens. Behind it is a butler who bows at our arrival as if we are royal. Of course my sister baths in the glory, but I have never felt more out of place.

He reaches out his hand signaling for us to enter. "Follow me." He says before leading us into the living room. The walk is short, but my nerves are as high as the sky. I didn't think I would be so nervous to meet him, but I am. What if he isn't as nice as people say, and then I have to live my life with a terrible man.

Everyone's eyes fall on us once we arrive at the entrance to the living room, and I am actually surprised by the few people. When she said his whole family I imagined uncles, aunts, and grandparents, but it seems to be only his sister, and parents. However, he seems to be missing.

His mother is the first to approach me. "You must be Mira." Her hair is short, and blond bringing out the blue of her eyes. She doesn't look much older than fifty. She is very overdressed in my opinion, but she does look good for a woman her age.

"Yes, that is me." I smile uncomfortably as she looks me up and down. Somehow she makes me feel like I have to suit a checklist in her head. I admit I didn't dress up as much as Olivia, but I am not exactly standing here in my underwear.

"Well, Leith will be down in a second." She reassures me. I assume Leith is my fiancé, however, the name does make me a little intrigued. I have never heard it before, and it is very original.

"I am her sister, Olivia." My sisters say happily as she takes Leith's mothers hand, and shakes it politely. He is a little over excited as she does so cause Leith's mother to widen her eyes in surprise. Good manners are something we know enough to make a good impression, but not good enough to live by.

"Pleasure." She says before letting go of Olivia's hand and looking away rolling her eyes. It's clear that Olivia didn't impress her, and I know it will bother her the rest of the evening.

"If you excuse me I need to use the ladies room," I inform before I rush away into the hallway. I have no idea where the toilets are, but I just needed to get away. I will find it somehow while I look around the house. As I am wondering the halls and exploring every room I bump into I soon find myself in the kitchen where an all too familiar person stands filling the champagne glasses.

"What are you doing here?" I ask strictly catching Harry's attention with ease. He puts the champagne bottle down fast before walking around the table to get to me. "No, you stand right there. Don't come closer." I warn him while I back away.

"Okay listen, I'm not here to bother you I really need the money so I will just do my job, and keep out of your way." He holds his hands up in surrender something he tends to do. He looks around the kitchen to check if someone else is here.