Kayla
Once we were far enough away from the mansion, the tension finally snapped. Damien suddenly grabbed me, picked me up, and spun me around. He was actually laughing.
"You were amazing in there!" he said, finally setting me back on my feet.
"You really think so?" I asked, smoothing out my dress.
He nodded enthusiastically. "My grandfather loves you. He’s completely convinced that we’re real."
My heart sank. That one word—real—hit me hard. For a second, I had forgotten this was all a show. I had to quickly remind myself that none of this was actually happening.
"What’s wrong?" Damien asked, the smile fading as he saw my face.
"Nothing," I lied, looking away.
"It's not nothing," he insisted, stepping closer. "What's wrong, Kayla? I know when something is bothering you."
I threw m
