(IZARA POV)
When Archer mentioned we were attending his uncle’s congratulation function, I didn't know it would be filled with twists and turns.
The moment I arrived at the party, I came to know this was the family estate. The estate where the fashion empire started.
It was filled with luxury and prestige. Even the napkins were top notch, embedded with the ‘Crest’ emblem.
“Oh my,” I was shocked to see a large dead animal stuffed and put in the entrance.
“Ahh, ignore them. Those are family heirlooms,” Archer chuckled, talking me inside.
Everyone stopped and stared as Archer walked in with a girl right beside her.
And mind you. None of the stares were friendly.
As I walked behind Archer, I felt his hand slip into mine.
My eyes widened as he pulled me to his side.
“What are you
