LOGINColeAfter a moment of silence, Eunia pours herself another glass, the amount larger this time. “I’m… sorry to hear that. Must have been… awful. But it's so hard to imagine you being captivated by someone.”“Eunia, you should stop.” I advise, putting the wine bottle out of her reach. “The wine contains a decent amount of alcohol and with how you're already slurring, I can tell you don't hold your alcohol very well. I think it's time we call it a—”“Do you think our relationship will end just as badly?”Her words catch me off guard and laughter pushes forward before I can stop it. “It's not really a relationship.”“Everyone else thinks so.”It's true that we entered a contract agreement for mutual benefit, but that's all there is. Just for two purposes; to get her out of her forced engagement and to give me the upper hand. “Yeah, that's because we want them to. That's the entire point of this. How else are we going to convince anyone otherwise?”She hiccups, barely conscious at this p
ColeThe drive back from the wedding venue had been silent. Eunia was unusually quiet, and I could imagine how overwhelming the day must have been for her.I looked out the window when something caught my eye. “Make a stop here, please,” I said and the driver pulled over immediately.Eunia had given me a curious look when we pulled up to a boutique, but she didn’t ask questions. She simply waited in the car while I slipped inside.The moment I entered the store, an emerald nightgown laced with black caught my eye. I thought it was a fun, charming way to lighten the mood so I bought it sort of like a prank.Yes. Despite my stoic disposition, I do know how to have fun every now and then.Given how easily embarrassed she got from little gestures from me, I could already imagine the scandalized expression she would have on when she saw it and it would be quite the treat.It started out as harmless fun and I fully expected her to reject the gift but she not only accepted it but actually wo
EuniaI can't breathe.My hands won't stop shaking, and I've been staring at my reflection in the full length mirror for the past five minutes, trying to soothe my frantic nerves.The dress is stunning—a simple, elegant design in ivory silk that hugs my waist before flowing to the floor in soft waves. My hair falls graciously in loose curls over one shoulder, my makeup is done naturally with a dewy glow to it, emphasizing my lips and eyes without overdoing it.I look like a bride.An actual bride.And that's what's making my heart race with something dangerously close to panic. I let out a shaky breath. Who am I kidding? I'm totally panicking. While Cole is probably not scared or a bit hesitant about any of this.“Honey, you need to breathe,” Maddie, my stylist chimes, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. Although she took my measurements in a rush back in Manhattan, she's been a godsend for the past two hours—chattering about her own wedding, her husband, and the most beautiful cere
Eunia Of course reputation can be damned if it means living a full life—a life that’s finally my own. That’s what I’m going to achieve, the world seeing me like this or not.“Attendants for San Francisco may proceed to the terminal,” a voice announces over the airport speaker, and Cole’s grip around my hand tightens.“Head up,” he says, turning to me, those blue eyes clear and encouraging. “Try to enjoy your wedding trip.”Before I can respond, we start moving toward the terminal, toward the plane. Everything crashes over me at once as we board. Excitement and fear collide, adrenaline rushing through my veins. This really is happening.I press my forehead against the window, watching the view—hills dotted with colorful houses, the glittery bay, the iconic rust-red cables of the Golden Gate Bridge stretching across the water.The plane touches down at San Francisco International just before noon, and my stomach is a mess of knots.It's crazy to think that three days ago, I was trappe
EuniaCole and I spend the next two days preparing to leave Manhattan for San Francisco, and somehow, it all passes in a blur.One moment I’m waking up in bed, still half-asleep; the next my room is invaded by Pauline and five other housekeepers, their arms full of designer clothes. Dresses, heels, coats—all still wrapped in plastic and boxes. Even a variety of suitcases is wheeled in for me to choose from.My eyes widened at the sheer amount. “Mr. MayRidge wants you to look your very best for the wedding,” Pauline says with a warm smile, already organizing the chaos like this is an everyday occurrence.The clothes quickly fill the entire walk-in closet. One of the suitcases is packed for me with pre-chosen items and everything I might need before I can even process what’s happening.A stylist—bright, bubbly, and looking like she runs purely on sunshine and caffeine—takes my measurements, chatting excitedly the entire time. Later that evening, Cole stops by, calm and composed as alw
ColeThe light from the open windows settles on Eunia, soft and warm as she sits curled into the cushioned chair, her legs tucked beneath her. She’s wearing one of the outfits Pauline brought; loose overalls draped comfortably over her shoulders, paired with dark pants.Her hair is tied back today, a few loose strands falling freely around her face. I notice how the light catches her grey-green eyes, making them gleam in a way that’s almost impossible not to stare at.I watch as she scrolls through her phone, her brows furrowing in concentration, and I realize I've been looking too long when she glances up and catches me."Find anything you like yet?" I ask, clearing my throat.“Not yet.” She glances away, brushing her hair behind her ear. “There are just too many options.”“I understand,” I say, looking back at my laptop. “But we need to decide so we can start planning.”It’s the next day, and today’s task is choosing the perfect wedding destination—one convincing enough to sell the





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