Nia Mitchell decided she would give Maxwell Peary the silent treatment for three days. Hmm, three days seemed a bit too long; one day would be fine. Yes, a cold war for one day. At the very least, she could righteously avoid the wedding night. AHEM AHEM.
So, after they left the Supermarket, Nia Mitchell didn't utter a word the entire way, no matter what Maxwell Peary said or did.
SCREECH—
Maxwell Peary made a turn and stopped the jaw-dropping Rolls-Royce, then turned to look at the woman sitting in the back seat.
"Are you really not going to talk to me?"
Nia Mitchell looked up at his devilishly handsome face, rolled her eyes, and turned her head away.
"Just because I bought a few extra boxes of condoms?"
