Page 19 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

My eyes grow wider at his statement, and I playfully slap him in his arm.

"Grant! Please be serious," I admonish him. "This is important. Remember what's at stake!

"I know, I know. You don't need to remind me. I just wanted to see how you will react," he says.

"So, do you want to add any additional information?" I inquire.

"Nah, that's already enough. Mother's not the chatty type, so that will tide us for now. If she asks anything that we haven't talked about, let's just play it by ear tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," I answer, tentatively.

We finish our food as we try and quiz each other about facts. It's getting a bit late, and I ask Grant if it's alright that we call it a night.

"Oh, wait a minute. Before I forget, have this," Grant says as he pushes a box across the table towards me.

I know what's inside that small box. I'm almost afraid to touch it.

"Go ahead, open it. See if you like it. Well, it's not like you have much of choice really, you've got to wear that tomorrow," Grant declares.

I get the box and open it very slowly. The ring shimmers in the light, and I get dazzled by it.

"Try it on, I hope I got the ring size correct. Nevertheless, we can have it resized later," he tells me.

I remove the ring from its cushion and put it on my left ring finger. I extend my hand and admire it from afar.

In the center of the ring is a diamond solitaire in a semi-mount princess cut. On the two sides are smaller round yellow topaz stones. The band is made of platinum.

"It's very pretty," I murmur.

"I think the topaz brings out the color of your eyes," he comments. "That's why I chose it."

I'm touched by his comment, even though we both know that none of this is for real.

"Consider this as a loan," I say. "When everything's over, and we both get what we want, then I'll return the ring to you. Until then, I'll take care of it."

Today's the day. I hope we make it through.

I almost wasn't able to sleep last night. Though I know I need my beauty rest so that I'll at least look presentable today, my nervousness got the better of me. I kept tossing and turning in bed, imagining all the ways that this can go wrong.

I'm sitting at my desk trying to shake off my jitters when Grant sends a text message reminding me that we'll be leaving in ten minutes.

I stand up and make my way towards the restroom where I retouch my make-up. I dressed up in smart casual today, making sure that everything is coordinated and proper. As the cliché goes, first impressions last.

I haven't had any personal encounters with Gloria Fields aside from work, but if you've watched The Devil Wears Prada, then she's similar to Miranda Priestly. She'll give you a once over from head to toe, and it would seem like she's looking into your soul.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I finish applying a coat of lipstick.

"You got this girl. Don't be afraid and just be yourself," I tell myself.

Grant and I drive through the streets, and we arrive at a posh steakhouse. This is a two-Michelin star restaurant, and reservations are made weeks before for you to be able to get in. But of course, Gloria Fields would be an exception.

We're directed to a more private part of the restaurant as we go in and mention the reservation. Gloria's already seated, having her aperitif. Grant holds my hand and gives it a small squeeze as we approach the table.

He gives her a kiss on the cheek, then proceeds in introducing me.

"Mother, I'd like to formally introduce you to my fiancée, Sonya Lynx," Grant says.

Gloria looks up at me for several seconds and then gives me a small smile.

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