The Trillionaire's Highest Bid

Chapter 15

Miognette's POV

We entered the room and everyone was staring at us, the photographers flashed their camera at us & murmurs filled the room. I can't blame them, the man beside me possesses a presence of a king. That makes people look at him and only him. Meanwhile I, a sad little kitten in a red gown is drowning. 

"Wrap your hands around my arm." He said in a voice only me and him can hear.

I did what he told me to, but with a complaint,

"Really? do I have to be that kind of fiancé?"

"Yes, and be an elegant, rich woman, who's crazy about his fiancé." He smirked

I rolled my eyes and mustered a fake smiled.

We walked to the middle of the party and an old fat man, maybe around 5'7, -who I'm guessing is Ziano- approached us. I gave him a smile and Gio wore an uninterested look.

"AH! Giovanni! benvenuto alla mia fiesta!"

(AH! Giovanni! welcome to my party)

"si."

Yes. Thats all this man said. If it were anyone in this party and they were bored, they'd at least hide the fact that they are, in front of the host, but nope not this man. He does whatever he wants.

The fat man laughed awkwardly, and turn his attention to me.

"OH! cosa abbiamo qui? chi è questa bella signora?"

(Oh! Who do we have here? who is this beautiful lady?)

He extended his hand, signalling for me to bring my hand out so he could kiss it. I was about to but Gio squeezed my arm and grabbed my waist.

"This is Miognette, my fiancé"

As soon as he said that, the fat man's face fell, and it seems like the whole room heard that. And in a split second we found ourselves surrounded by everyone. They took their phones out. Reporters, who was scattered all around the floor rushed to the crowd and started taking pictures and asking questions.

I was blinded by the camera flashes and instinctively squeezed Gio's arm. He seemed to understand and pulled me to the back of him.

Jesus my first day as his fiancé, and everyone is going insane. We'll he is the the first renowned trillionaire, but damn. I'm getting a little nervous.

"Si, it's true. I met this beautiful woman a few months ago, I fell for her and asked her hand in marriage." He said looking at me with a small smile.

I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when he said beautiful. So I really looked beautiful to him? or is it just me being stupid?

"Signore! who is this woman?"

"Signore! where did you find her?"

"Signore! How did you two meet?"

"Abbastanza, Marcolo! Get these reporters out of here! They dare question the signore."Mr. Ziano shouted.

A group of men wearing a black suit grabbed the reporters out of the room, but the guests continued to murmur. 

I felt their judgemental stares, and an unpleasant feeling ran through my body.

"Signore, Please take a seat. We are about to begin the program." Mr. Ziano offered. 

Gio nodded and lead me to a table. 2 couples was seated in that table. 3 including us. They all look beautiful with their partners. Well, except this caucasian lady. She has been glaring at me for the whole time, but besides her, everyone smiled at me. Of course, I returned it.