ADRIAN POV.
The next day, which marked the so-called dating anniversary, I made a quick call to the decorator early in the morning instructing him to arrange something fitting the occasion.
It was all for show, after all. If Vera wanted a display of romance, I would give her that—nothing more.
When Vera finally stepped into the living room, her eyes lit up at the sight.
The room was beautifully decorated, with flowers and lights everywhere, just like something out of one of her glamorous fantasies.
She clasped her hands together, a big, beaming smile on her face.
“Oh, Adrian,” she gushed, practically glowing. “It’s so nice of you to be romantic.”
I stood there, leaning against the counter, watching her soak it all in. I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped me, shaking my head at
