"My parents are watching us," Susan whispered.
Franco got it and then took the girl's hand, giving it a gentle kiss. Susan forced a smile; it was all part of the act.
"You better show up for dinner tonight; it's the right thing to do."
Franco gasped, a fake smile playing on his lips.
"Don't push it; I'm a busy guy."
Susan snorted, her jaw aching from pretending to laugh like an i***t.
"If you don't, my parents will start to suspect, and if they find out, my dad will make a scene. It's not good for you, darling." She caressed his cheek.
Franco clenched his teeth.
"Fine, dear," he muttered ironically, "I'll come to dinner, but I'll be fashionably late."
"The important thing is that you come, and bring me flowers, but I won't tell you which ones are my favorites; you have to figure i
