Lucas pursed his lips, feeling a tad bit annoyed upon being reminded of something that he wished to forget. He unclenched his jaw somehow and then said to his mother, "She is not my fiancée. No matter how much you insist on it, I have never. Not once agreed to this engagement that you have arranged on your own."
Molly waved her hand as if the refusal of her son regarding his engagement, which she had arranged without his permission or agreement, didn't mean anything. She said to him, "You will one day understand that what I did was for your own good, Lucas. Bree is a nice girl. Once you are done using that bitch, you should get married to Bree. You will learn the difference between a scheming little vixen and a true woman!"
