Alexander's POV

Brittany glares at me, her arms folding over her chest. I can already feel the argument brewing behind her eyes, but I ignore it. I know she let me send the security detail to her aunt's home, but clearly, explaining who they are—and who I am—hasn't gone smoothly.

"Hello? Who is this?" the older woman asks, her voice wary, threaded with worry.

"My name is Alexander Klein, ma'am. I'm Brittany's future husband."

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