Unexpected Romance, Contract marriage
she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie.
I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up.
She sent me over ten messages on iMessage.
“This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars.
“This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.