Cora
Earlier that Day
I didn’t want to cry. Especially not in front of Kingston, but as I stood in my living room, clutching Ethan’s hand like a lifeline, tears burned hot and merciless behind my eyes.
Moments before, Ethan had looked at me with concern.
“I can’t believe I’m actually asking you this,” I said, pacing across the living room, my stomach in knots. “But I need you to pretend to propose to me.”
Ethan blinked at me from the couch, setting his coffee down slowly. “Cora… what? Are you serious?”
I stopped pacing and turned to him. “Kingston won’t leave it alone. I heard the interns gossiping that he was going to get a ring and… I can’t have that.”
Ethan whistled low. “Wow. I mean… he’s smitten, huh?”
“I can’t let him get closer,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself
