Seventy Seven

The silence in the room went unbearable. Kristen could feel it. She could tell by the awkward atmosphere in the room that the father and son were never friends and how Mr. Bushman reacted when Frederick introduced her said a lot. It killed her spirit, she wasn't able to say anything, rather she felt sad, angry, and dejected. That's what happens when you fall in love with the ELITES. Because clearly, she is not up to the standard of Frederick Bushman and that could be why Mr. Bushman is being hostile towards her.

Mr. Bushman can't tell if she is poor, average, or rich unless he did a background check on her.

When the thought crossed her mind, her heart skipped several beats. Her mouth went dry. Her hands become clammy. Her face flushed red but she kept her feelings in check.

"Are you alright?"

Frederick whispered to her, she nodded but said nothing.

"You don't have to worry about my father's attitude. He is like that even to me so don't take it to heart"

Frederick explained