Rena’s POV
I have no idea what the proper attire is for a dinner with my fake fiancé’s royal parents, but thankfully, Sophia has better instincts than I do. She lends me a little black dress—sleek, elegant, and just a bit too snug. She’s petite, and while the fabric hugs me a little more than I’d prefer, it’s still far better than anything I brought with me.
But honestly, what I’m wearing is the least of my problems. The real issue is how I’m supposed to act in front of two people who clearly don’t want me marrying their son.
Armani insists the wedding is still on, but I highly doubt he’s convinced them to roll out the red carpet for me. More likely, he’s managed to stop them from shutting everything down immediately, buying me some time to prove I’m worthy of this marriage. Which means
