Ashley
He came closer to me. "They're my mother and my sister," he whispered in my ear conspiratorially. "We have to look very much in love."
"I'm not going to kiss you. There's a man who's important to me," I whispered back, and he nodded with a smile, letting me know he understood. Just then, the clicking of heels sounded nearby.
"Lyon, darling," the older woman spoke first.
"Mom!" he feigned surprise. "You've ruined the surprise! I was going to introduce my fiancée at dinner tonight."
She looked at me. "Ashley Russell, I'm glad you've reconsidered. Who in their right mind would refuse to marry a Rossi?" she said haughtily. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind for being so classist, but I held my tongue.
"While I was in Los Angeles, I had a relationship with Leoncito." I patted
