“Well, this is me. Sometimes I dream impossible things… And it was a good dream for the extremely short time it lasted,” Lance grumbled. “I was too focused on my work, on achieving the success I was pursuing. So, I didn’t have the time to figure out what my ideal woman was. All I knew was that I needed a perfect private life, without problems at home… So, I looked around, and there was Guinevere, and I didn’t feel like waiting anymore. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. So, I gave her the ring, and that was that.”
“Oh… And that went so well… Mr. Hamilton, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Annalise, your fake fiancée.”
Lance scowled ferociously at Annalise only for her to start laughing again, this time even harder.
“Stop making that face, Lance! Even you have to admit this is so
