Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 21

"We always have this feeling that you are a very charming lad, Dave." her grandmother​ told him.

They are now having dinner with each other and now that they are complete, the engagement shall be happening in no time. Everyone was very joyous for the reason that their precious Dave Samuels had arrived. They were sending him welcome greetings and smiles but Paris did not even speak a single word. The only thing she did was sending glares to either Marco or Isaiah. Though Isaiah or Dave or whoever he really is was sitting beside her, she could only glared at him if he looked at her.

If her parents and the Samuels weren't there, she had slapped him already or walked out of the restaurant. She have lots and lots of questions that Isaiah needs to answer but frustration and anger clouded her mind. If she try to utter a single word, she did not know if she'll be bursting to anger.

"Why thank you Ma'am," Isaiah acknowledge the comment. And proceeded with on his meal.

Paris mentally rolled her eyes on Isaiah's reply. The lad could really act in different situation. Really deserving for an award.

"Did Paris mention to you that she also went to Paris for about a month?" Paris' mother inquired him.

If only her mother knew that she had been staying with him in one roof for about a month. But how could she know if she, herself, did not even know that Dave and Isaiah are just one person.

Isaiah took a guzzle from his wine before he responded. "She did mention but she told me in her message that she was in Timbuktu."

Everyone gasped and some chuckled after at his statement.

The nerve of him! She was just literally joking when she said that. And, as a matter of fact, he knew that she was in Paris as well. He was with her!

Did he mean to play with her? With them?

"How could you do that to him Paris?" Her grandmother asked her. It was as if she did something wrong.

She was about to speak up but she was cut by Isaiah.

"She was just jesting when she told me about it. Paris is quite playful and loves to tease."

"Well, it could not be questioned where she got those skills in jesting some people, you see. It's quite obvious," her grandmother pointed out.

Isaiah went amused and said, "Then I do have lots of reason to know her more."

Her grandmother beamed and clapped her hand as if she had an idea on her mind.

"Since you are already here, Dave, you could help Paris for the final check up of the preparations for the engagement," her grandmother turned to her, "What do you think of it Paris?"

Paris blankly stared at them who as well looked at her waiting for her answer. She could not think properly. The only thing that was on her mind is to slap Isaiah if she could. She put down her fork and wiped the crumbs on her lips and plastered a forced smile to them.

"What do I think about it?" She returned. "Well, what I am thinking right now, is honestly and with due respect not to be wed by him."

Silence.

Complete silence was surrounding the table. The looks on their faces showed as if they are confused and she was just jesting. They were waiting for her to take her statement back.

"What are you talking about Paris?" her father questioned with a low voice. By his tone, Paris was sure he was restraining himself to raise his voice at her.

Isaiah attempted to hold her hand but she jerked her hand away from him and sent him a glare.

"I am very much clear as crystal that I do not want to marry or be engaged with him anymore," she said squaring her shoulders.