Annabel's POV
At one point, as we were standing near the kitchen, with him sipping from a red cup and me laughing at something stupid he’d said, Someone from across the room called out, “Damn Justin, are you all official now?”
I froze for a second. My heart skipped, unsure whether to smile or panic. But Justin didn’t miss a beat.
He just pulled me closer, his arm sliding around my waist like I belonged there. “She’s mine,” he said casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The guy whistled and turned away—just a tease. But I couldn’t breathe. It was for show, I reminded myself. All part of the plan. Acting. Playing pretend. Still… the heat of his hand on my side said otherwise. The way he looked at me said otherwise. And worst of all? The way I leaned into him, without
