Chapter eighteen(Tyler, we are done)

Sapphire's Point Of View:

“You must get married to him,".

I snapped my neck towards Mum but then burst into a little laughter before moving straight into the small dining area. I figured she was kidding me. Or she must be. If not, then she should be.

“Oh. Wait, you made spaghetti and meatballs? Great!”I exclaimed as I stared at the mouthwatering food before me.

I drew out a seat and settled down, grabbing a fork to shove some spaghetti.

“I'm not kidding, Sapphire. He seems like a nice guy and he looks good with you and you look the happiest around him,”,

I scoffed,...