The illusion Of Happily Ever After
I walked to the door and pulled it open, but my brows furrowed and a frown formed on my lips.
It was the Freyo princess.
Jasmine.
She stood there dressed in an above-the-knee red gown, held a shopping bag, and smiled at me. “Hey.”
I was pretty sure she got my home address from Julian; that dude could do anything for money.
I walked back inside, about to lock the door, when Jasmine hurried and stood there. “Let’s talk, please.”
She pushed her way inside, stood before me, and batted her eyelids. “We have so much in common, Liam.”