*Kiera*
I’m surprised at my own audacity as the words spill out of my mouth, almost as if they’re being pulled from me by some unseen force. “Great, then we’ll get married!” The proclamation hangs in the air, shocking not just Mr. Lund, but me as well. What have I just suggested? I don’t have any plans for marriage… at least not now. And Mr. Lund is supposedly gay, so this should be a completely ridiculous idea. Yet, the thought of Frida being taken away from him sends a chill down my spine. I can’t let that happen.
“Wait,” Christina interjects, her expression shifting into one of concern. “You need to understand the implications of what you’re proposing. If the government discovers this is a fake marriage, the consequences could be severe.”
Mr Lund sits frozen, mouth half-open, looking
