EMILY’S POV.

I hid my hands behind a jug of orange juice, and felt the need to leave the place.

“I have no idea.” I said, and she smiled.

“Isn’t it disturbing to sleep with your fiancé’s relative?” She asked, and my eyes shot to hers.

“What?” I asked, finding it hard to breathe.

“I mean I’d find it disturbing. Wouldn’t you?” She asked John. “If you slept with your fiancée’s relative, wouldn’t you feel disgusted?” She asked, and John smiled.

“If it’s ...