ANNA. SHE'S MY WIFE

"What marriage plans?" Noah asked staring at the woman who had been blabbing since he arrived at the table. He picked a piece of broccoli with his fork and started chewing again.

"What are you talking about Hannah?" Lionel asked staring at the proud woman.

"Noah, your mother was supposed to tell you, about your planned marriage with my daughter Cara. It is long overdue. We do not want any more distractions and confusion." Hannah stated staring mostly at Anna who chewed her food calmly. She couldn't wait for Noah to announce she was already his wife to put this rude in her place.

Out of all the times Anna had been proud to call Noah her husband, she had never been prouder.

"Employees should stay in their places." Hanna stared at Anna who continued chewing her bread.

"I'm not getting married to her," Noah said coldly.

"Noah," Cara called.