Sasha
Maxim directs me to one of those high rise parking garages that goes up and up and up. We take it all the way to the rooftop and park. There aren’t any other cars up here. We get out, and I walk to the wall to look over the edge at the city. “I love this,” I exclaim.
It feels like the night belongs to us. It’s all ours.
Maxim loves me. I can’t—won’t—stop that thought from swishing around me like a warm, bubblegum pink dream.
It feels too good to be true.
Like any minute, the relationship police are going to show up and arrest me for impersonating a real wife.
I mean, he had to marry me. He didn’t even want me. How did I trick him into love?
How did he trick me?
Who is tricking whom?
Or is this actually real? It feels real, but I’m so afraid to trust in it. Everything seems t
