“Chaos?” Mia repeated, raising a brow, not exactly saying no.
Elena lit up like she’d just been handed a golden ticket, she turned to Stefan who’d been silent, watching the conversation unfold like this was the last place he wanted to be. “Stefan,” she said, careful and a little too cheerful, “come stand beside Mia.”
Stefan’s eyes snapped to her. Cold and sharp, like he was calculating how fast he could disappear her.
Elena flinched and instantly ducked behind Mia. “Okay! Wow. Talk to your husband, please. He looks like he wants to murder me.” Mia didn’t laugh. But she didn’t back down either. She and Stefan weren’t close, far from it. If she could get out of this fake marriage, she’d do it in a heartbeat. But she needed him.
"I’m not asking you to propose,” Elena added, staring at St
