Everyone Wants to Marry Her… Except Me
She settled onto my lap, her posture intimate and familiar.
Even so, I was sharp enough to catch a crucial flaw in her words.
She said she went to my house for her true love, but she still hadn't said that true love was me.
Digging my nails into my palm, I asked with a smile, "Then who is your true love?"
Celeste suddenly fell silent and gave me a once-over. "You should know. Did you really need to ask me that?"
I thought she would avoid the question again. Instead, she continued, "It's you, of course. As long as you want it to be you, it will be. Once we're married tomorrow, all my family's fortune will be yours."