Elizabeth's POV
He looked at me in horror, trying to understand what I meant. It took him five minutes to put the pieces together.
"You are getting married? To whom? Where? How? I don't understand you, Elizabeth. What happened in the two days I let you be?" He asked, his eyes tilting in confusion less than concern.
I tightened my lips. I didn't want to tell him too much. I didn't trust him enough either, ever since he disappeared without a word.
"You'll get to know soon enough," I said and walked towards my vanity, taking out things I'll need.
"You'll need more of that perfume," Lance said with a knowing smirk.
"Guess you catch on quick," I said, mirroring his enthusiasm.
"But this is suicide. You know he'll kill you if he discovers who you are. The Mafia is ruthless
