“I’m aware,” she said coldly. “Stay away from my fiancé, Ms. Rohesia. Never talk to him again. Do I make myself clear?”
"Stop talking to him. Stop seeing him. And stop kissing him." She leaned down, fixing Avice with an icy stare. "You think this is a frivolous union, between him and I. Something that isn't true. You're naive and foolish, understand?"
She straightened up, nodding. "Good. Obviously, you will not be providing the flowers for our wedding, so any involvement with us or our family should cease. Good day, Ms. Rohesia," she said, turning to leave.
She looked as if she were about to cry. "Because of your fiancee! I am not supposed to talk to you.."
He blinked, looking confused and resting his hands gently on her forearms. "What are you talking about?"