Page 112 of Dangerous King
I push my fist against my mouth to muffle a hard snort that's climbing up my throat.
"And if I have to," Eliza adds dramatically, "I will sleep in front of Catalina's door for the next three months. Don't test me."
"I wasn't going to test you."
"You alreadydid,tesoro.Now go to your room. Cold shower. Say your prayers. And dream about vows." Eliza orders. I can't breathe, I'm stifling my laughter so hard. My shoulders shake as I listen to the sound of retreating footsteps.
A moment later, my phone buzzes.
Enrico:
I've been cockblocked by my own mother.
I might marry you just for revenge.
I grin so hard it hurts. My heart flutters, full and aching.
Me:
Sleep tight, fiancée.
Enrico:
Three months. She's not keeping me from you for three months.
Me:
Think she'll hire a chaperone?
Enrico:
You're laughing. This is not funny. This is SERIOUS.
I close the door and lie in my bed, my now lonelier bed.
Me:
You think she's really still in the hallway?
Enrico:
Probably, why?
Me:
e could meet in the kitchen…
Enrico:
Oh, you are a naughty girl…
I creep down the hallway, my bare feet are silent on the cool tile, my heart is thudding erratically with every step that takes me closer to Enrico. The house is quiet—eerily so—but not in the way that used to set me on edge. This isn't like sneaking around the Giordanos' estate, terrified of being seen or heard. The last time I tiptoed through a house like this, I was a shadow trying not to exist. Tonight, I'm something entirely different: a fiancée—a girl in love.
A small giggle escapes me at the thought of us being engaged.
The butterflies in my stomach flutter harder with each step. It's so nice to feel a different thrill than fear. Knowingheis waiting for me, just as desperate, just as eager as I am.
This might be a little reckless, but it's so worth it.
