ELARA
I woke up to an empty bed, the cool sheets on Dave’s side confirming he had been up for a while. This was day four of our honeymoon, and by now, I had grown used to his behavior.
Honestly, it didn’t even surprise me anymore. Dave had this uncanny ability to blur the lines between what was real and what was staged. He was so dedicated to keeping up the façade of our arrangement that sometimes I wondered if he forgot it wasn’t actually real.
As I stretched lazily, the door creaked open, and there he was—the man of the hour. Dave strolled in with a food cart, his lips curved into a soft, almost teasing smile as he pushed the cart toward me. “Good morning, cupcake.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at my lips. “Are you ever going to call me by my actual na
