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is. Why don’t you join
us back in this present moment, these present circumstances, you know – your
Dad’s surprise wedding! Meeting your new step-family!
    “How could you, Mother,” Remington
growls at Diana, ignoring my Dad’s outstretched hand. Yup, that answers my
question: he is definitely growling. “How could you marry this stranger, this random
pathetic nobody? You disgrace yourself and our family with this ill-bred
low-class charlatan and I will contest this marriage if I have to drag you
through court. I will not allow my mother to consort with trash.”
    “Hey! Watch yourself, sir!”
    It takes me a minute to realize
that I’m the one that said that. Now I swallow, trying to think of a way to
back it up.
    “Before you go around insulting my
father for being ill-bred you might at least have the good breeding yourself to
shake his hand, learn his name, and behave like a civilized adult who is
capable of putting other peoples’ feelings before his own.”
    Actually, that’s good advice for
myself as well.
    Remington Wilde turns those famous
black eyes of his in my direction and blinks at me as if seeing me for the
first time. Under that intense, possessive glare, I feel almost naked. Not even
the snug layers of my Oscar de la Renta gown can protect me from the blunt
force of Remington Wilde’s intense gaze and his palpable disapproval.
    But I take a deep breath and force
myself to stare right back, unflinchingly. His eyes are on fire with anger,
disdain, and something else. Something primal. Something so masculine I want to
wrap myself around him. Or slap him. Or both.
    Fuck.
    Is it just me or is it getting hot
in here?
    “I am sure that is easy for you to
say,” he hisses. “I am sure you and your father have much to celebrate, having
achieved this match that you are no doubt expecting will put a fortune at your
fingertips. Don’t underestimate me. I will make sure you gold-diggers do not
get a penny.”
    “Gold diggers!” I shout, losing my
self-control. “How dare you! Whether or not you know us, that is an insulting
and degrading accusation that not only disrespects my family, but your own
mother’s common sense. Do you really think so little of her that you believe
she would stoop low? If you had been here for the ceremony, you would have seen
as plain as day that these two people just married for love.”
    “Love,” Remington sneers. “Don’t
insult my intelligence. I will get to the bottom of this, and you and your
father will be out on your asses on criminal charges for attempted fraud.”
    My heart skips a beat, and not in a
good way. To be honest, he is only voicing the very thing I’ve been dreading
this entire time. My father must be insane to be doing this, but Diana must be
too. I’ve been scared since the moment I set foot on that private jet that my
world was all going to implode.
    Remington seems to be determined to
make that happen.
    Oddly, Remington and I have more in
common right now than I want to admit. We are both clearly concerned and
puzzled and upset about this surprise wedding.
    But his snobbery is infuriating
past the point of tolerance.
    “Fraud?” I shout. “What is criminal
about getting married? What is criminal about your mother or my father making a
choice that you don’t like? Like she pointed out, our parents are both adults
capable of making their own decisions. Sure, it’s a bit of a shock, but it’s
not about us. This isn’t about how you feel. This is about them. Grow up.”
    Did I just shout at Remington
Wilde?
    I mean, he deserved it, but who do
I think I am?
    I just shouted at Remington Wilde.
    Remington stares at me so long that
I think I might have gone five shades past blushing bright pink straight into
neon.
    “This isn’t over,” Remington vows,
his angry gruff voice sending chills down my spine. He turns to my father,
snarling. “You aren’t good enough for my mother. You and your daughter are out
of your league, and I intend to