I stared at my phone screen, rereading the message I had just sent.
Me: "Finally arrived. I guess your butlers know what they’re doing. Hopefully, I don’t wander into a forbidden wing and unleash some ancient curse or something."
Yeah, I know, not exactly professional, but hey—he did drag me into this whole fake engagement deal. Besides, it wasn’t like I expected him to read my texts in real time. The man was probably busy being his usual cold, calculated self.
I tossed my phone onto the bed, the soft thud swallowed by the plush bed that could comfortably sleep a small family.
My eyes roamed the room. It was… grand. No, 'Grand' didn’t cover it. It was palatial. High ceilings, tasteful lighting, a wall of windows overlooking a perfectly manicured garden that screamed old money elegance
