Armani
Her lips part slightly, her expression shifting between shock and confusion. “Did you just say… wedlock?” Her voice is low, almost as if saying it louder would make it real. She stares at our intertwined hands, her eyes betraying the storm of thoughts swirling in her head. “You’re serious? You actually want us to get married?”
“Yes,” I say simply, turning my hand to gently lace my fingers through hers. Her skin feels warm against mine, but her fingers remain stiff, unyielding. “Of course. A proper courtship is the first step. Something fast, dramatic—just enough to convince the world.” I nod toward the door, where the flashing bulbs of the paparazzi still wait like vultures. “They’ll make sure everyone believes it. The perfect audience for our whirlwind romance.”
Her gaze snaps b
