Plot Twist.

    On the way. 

"I'm thirsty."

Dia let the words out finally. Amidst all the ranting of Rowe and unnecessary strays of subjects, that was the only thing she could think of. She couldn't believe that she forgot to drink water after eating three cupcakes. 

"Is that all you would say to all he has been saying?"

Claire attacked, though trying to tame her gaze which had almost melted into a glare. Rowe came on,

"Com'on Claire, don't be like that to our bride. I don't know why you two don't get along real smoothly. But I'm certain that as soon as she bears our grandson, you wouldn't help fancying each other."

There was a brief but unusual silence. Then suddenly, Rowe glared at one of the henchmen seated opposite them in the limo and raised his voice,

"Do you need it to be formal!"

The fellow scrambled to his feet and hurried to the back side of the limo. He grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the numerous basket

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