Grace’s pov
“Morning,” Maxim’s deep voice woke me up.
I opened my eyes and sat up while they threw newspapers on my lap
. “What is this?” I asked him and he smiled as he opened a bottle of champagne.
“Your plan worked, your mother and the mayor are on every front page of every newspaper,” he said.
“How did you know that it was my plan?” I asked him and he shrugged.
He gave me a glass before kissing my forehead.
“Because I know you better than you know yourself,” he answered.
“We have only met a month ago.
A few weeks ago, you couldn’t stand the sight of me, then how is it that you know me better than I know myself?” I asked him.
“Because sometimes you just know, now read the newspaper,” he said.
I looked at it and my plan worked like a charm.
You see my mother and the may
