|Katherine|
“Okay, what is it?” I asked with an exasperated sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as I shot him a glare. He sat on the edge of the bed across from me, calm and unreadable.
“I want to hear the full story—why exactly did you conclude that I was supposed to be your groom?” he asked bluntly, wasting no time.
I straightened my back. Tired as I was, I finally understood why this conversation was necessary. I needed answers too. I needed to know how it was even possible that he didn’t recognize the woman he was supposed to marry.
“Like I said before,” I began, “I was supposed to marry someone named Gavin Ramirez. It was an arranged marriage. My grandfather’s company is on the verge of collapse, and Gavin’s father offered help… under one condition: that I marry his son, Gavin. I
