Page 57 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Everyone claps. Grant's hold on my hand tightens. I feel the heat creep on my face. I'm a confident person, but this is too much. All eyes are on us.

"Darling, please share more of our vision and ideas with our guests," Grant says to me. I stare at him and takes a calming breath.

I face the crowd.

"Also, the company profit will go to shelters for the homeless or victims of violence. Mr. Fields would like your support for this endeavor," Sonya says calmly and with elegance.

Lauralee claps loudly.

"That's my mommy!" The little girl shouts from her chair. I chuckle as I wave at her.

"That would be-" This was the rehearsed speech, but it seems Grant's adding more.

"I will like to share our wonderful news with everyone," Grant raises our clasp hands together. I'm surprised by his sudden outburst.

"Sonya and I are now engaged. I would like everyone to attend our wedding, six months from now," Grant announces. I'm shocked by his sudden announcement.

Six months from now? I look at him, stupefied. Then, I feel this sense of overwhelming happiness welling inside me. I smile widely, I can't help.

"You're the best, Uncle Grant!" Lauralee's loud voice wakes the people up from the surprise, and everyone begins clapping.

Congratulations are thrown our way, and I happily bask in it. Lauralee walks to us with a broad smile on her face.

"This is the best thing ever!" Lauralee grins as clings to me. I pick her up and look around with a huge smile on my face.

I agree with her, this is the best thing ever.

Twenty-Eight

Grant

Congratulations are everywhere, starting from the people that I know well to people that I barely know. Mostly, people that I grow up with.

They look at Sonya in a favorable light. They don’t really matter, but I don’t want Sonya to suffer if she’s alienated in my environment. It’s necessary to socialize in our line of job.

“Congratulations,” one of my friends say as he gives me a hug. Sonya was grabbed by some women a few minutes ago. I laugh and smile, and everything feels complete now. I only need mom to approve of us.

Then, everything’s perfect. The charity’s going well, and the rich folks are throwing money more than I expected. The profit should be in millions for this charity event. After all, all the auction items are all donations.

My mind’s running as to how many shelters we can build with this and how many mouths we can provide. For the homeless, for the orphanages, food for the hungry, and home for the victim of violence.

I have a feeling of accomplishment in my heart. It’s growing and growing as I see more and more people spend their money. It’s really fulfilling.

“Your mother’s coming this way,” my friend says to me. I look at where he’s looking, and there she is… my mother. She looks like every inch of a powerful woman that she is. Also, very attractive despite her age.

The Fashion Empress.

Amazing.

I’m a bit worried… well, very worried. I don’t know how she’ll react, seeing all this. Also, I already announced the wedding. If she doesn’t approve, I just hope that she won’t make a public statement.

That is, if not. A bigger part of me is hoping that she’ll bless our wedding.

“Mom,” I greet her, then she kisses both my cheeks. I smile at her warm greeting. My mom looks happy and proud.

She looks me up and down and keeps on smiling. There’s a twinkle in her eyes that won’t disappear.

“Mom?” I ask her, my worry in my heart slowly dissipates away because my mother doesn’t look remotely disappointed or sad at all. She looks fine, even better than okay.

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