The next morning, Amelia woke up feeling anything but rested. She had spent most of the night replaying Andrew’s words in her head, his lingering proximity, the way he looked at her as if he already knew the answer to a question she wasn’t ready to admit existed.
She groaned into her pillow. Get it together, Amelia.
After a long shower, she slipped into a sundress—light, effortless, perfect for a fake romantic getaway. It felt strange dressing for a man she wasn’t supposed to care about, but appearances mattered. And right now, convincing the Betten Courts that she and Andrew were madly in love was all that mattered.
When she stepped into the main sitting area of the villa, Andrew was already waiting for her. He leaned casually against the wall, his dark blue shirt unbuttoned at the to
