Lily’s POV.
Darius had just asked me for a friendly car race, convinced that as Stephanie, I’d be a formidable opponent. The real Stephanie is indeed a great racer, but I can’t even drive. I try to politely refuse, but Darius mistakes my refusal for modesty.
“Come on, Stephanie! Don’t be shy,” Darius says, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Now, as we head to the parking lot, I trail behind Darius, my heart pounding in my chest. He walks ahead with confident strides, reaching his car and inspecting it eagerly. I slow my pace, hoping for a miracle to get out of this situation.
“Why does this have to happen?” I think, panic rising within me. “If I can’t drive, he’ll know something is wrong.”
I duck behind Alaric’s car, praying that if Darius can’t see me, he might just leave. My thought
