THE DEAL

"I don't not wish to marry," Marcel said. "Son, it's time you settled down," Leonardo said to him and Marcel chuckled. "With her?" he pointed at Ashanti and she wished she could cut off his finger. That was the last straw.

"Look here Mr. I'm so perfect! It's not like I agree with marrying you. Why in the fucking world would I marry a douchebag who is also racist?" She snapped at him.

"Watch your fucking mouth!" Marcel hissed at her. She hated his guts then and there. "Or what, you're going to torture me? Do your fucking worst, bro!" She sneered at him and stood up. She turned to Lena and gave her a smile. "The food was delicious but I'm sorry, I've lost my appetite," she said and turned to leave.