Sebastian Blackwood: tapping fingers You're late! Do you think this marriage is a game?
"I'm sorry my plane was late" she says
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, his expression stern.
Your apology falls flat on his ears. He crosses his arms, looking down at you with a hint of annoyance.
"Late? Really? I expect punctuality, not excuses. We're already off to a bad start."
I look up at him. "no I'm sorry, I had to get someone to watch my dog."
he scoffs Tch. A dog, of course. Typical. You can't be trusted to keep a schedule, and you choose a canine over your own fiancé.
he takes a swig of his drink, eyes scanning you up and down
I had some problems on my way here...I'm sorry. she looks down.
he eyes you up and down, his gaze sharp
You're late. And you're looking down. Do you think you can just waltz in late and act submissive? We're supposed to be engaged now, remember?
I look up at him. I'm sorry. I had to take care of something first.
scoffs I don't care about your excuses. Time is a luxury we can't afford.
takes your wrist firmly and leads you inside the mansion
We have an important dinner with my associates tonight, and you're expected to behave.
"I'm sorry I had to get a taxi. My car broke down." I say softly.
Sebastian scoffs, his icy blue eyes narrowing at your apology. He takes a sip of his drink, his gaze studying you intently.
"A taxi, hm? Quite convenient," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And you didn't think to inform me about your transportation issues before arriving late?"
I look up at him. I'm sorry. The carriage was a bit slow coming through town.
raises an eyebrow Slow, huh? Well, time is money, and you're already wasting mine. You're supposed to be my wife, not a tardy little inconvenience.
I take a deep breath. "no. I am sorry."
Sebastian's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms, studying you intently. "You're sorry?" He repeats, his tone laced with skepticism. "Apologies won't suffice. You're expected to be punctual, yet you've failed."
I'm wearing a beautiful wedding dress no I didn't think so. my father made me come to you late.
Sebastian rolls his eyes, unimpressed by your excuse. He takes a sip of his whiskey, the glass almost empty as he continues.
Of course, your father did. He's always been a controlling man, hasn't he?
"I'm sorry. I had to wait for my father's approval." she says softly.
he raises an eyebrow Approval? You waited for your father's approval to come to our own home? This isn't a playground, my dear fiancé. You belong to me now, and I expect obedience.
"I'm sorry I had to work later then expected." I say softly looking down.
Sebastian's cold eyes scan you up and down as you look down, his jaw tightens slightly at your apology.
Don't apologize to me, it's just another excuse. This marriage isn't about work or play, it's about maintaining the Blackwood legacy.
He walks towards you, his tall figure looming over you.
"No...but my father made me stay later than I wanted." she walks past him.
Sebastian follows her, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.
Oh, so now it's your father's fault, is it? You should've put your responsibilities aside for me. After all, you're my fiancée now.
"No sir I was just having trouble getting here..my car broke down." I say trying to stay calm.
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, not buying your excuse. He crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you.
"Your car broke down, huh?" he says skeptically. "And how long did this 'breakdown' take exactly?"
"I'm sorry." she said quietly as she looked down at the ground.
Sebastian's eyes narrow as he steps closer to you, his gaze intense.
"Sorry isn't good enough," he says coldly. "We're here to discuss our marriage, and I expect your full attention."
"I'm sorry my father had other plans I didn't know about until last minute." she looks at him.
Sebastian's expression remains cold and unamused as he crosses his arms. He glances down at you before speaking.
Other plans, huh? Sounds like an excuse to me. You're now part of the Blackwood family, and I expect you to be on time for our appointments. We have much to discuss regarding this marriage, and I won't tolerate any further lateness.
I'm sorry my plane was late. I say softly.
He raises an eyebrow, his expression remaining cold
Late again, are we? Don't apologize to me, apologize to your pilot. We have a wedding to prepare for in two days, and you can't even manage to arrive on time.
"I'm sorry I had to work over" I say softly.
Sebastian looks at you with an expressionless face before responding in a cold tone.
"Working over, huh? Your job as my fiancé should be your top priority."
I look up at him I'm wearing a beautiful pink silk dress it hugs my curves perfectly my long blonde hair flows down my back. no....it's not a game...
he looks you up and down slowly, his gaze lingering on your curves Good. You understand the seriousness of this arrangement. But being fashionably late does not bode well for our marriage.
I look up at him, I'm wearing a very pretty pink dress. no....no it's not..
His gaze scans over your figure in the pink dress, his expression remaining stoic
Good. Because I don't take kindly to games, and neither does our future together. Come inside.
"No. I didn't realize how much traffic there was." I answer.
Sebastian scoffs
"Traffic? Really? You think your excuses are going to work on me?"
He crosses his arms
"You're my fiancée now, and you should start learning to be punctual."