Since Raphael came back from Australia, they’d barely exchanged thirty sentences total. Grace wasn’t a quiet person by nature—
HELL, she loved chatting with her friends. But whenever she was around Raphael, something made her want to keep her guard up. She refused to act like she was just dying to talk to him.
Tonight felt different though. There were some rules, some boundaries she needed to make clear. Even if they were just… partners in name, she wanted everything laid out.
Grace sat up on her knees, arms folded across her chest. She looked dead serious—still a bit sulky, of course. Her lashes lowered slightly as she took a breath.
"You know, our marriage..." She paused. The words “fake marriage” were right on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say them out lou
