Dinner was still going on, and I was trying my best to keep the mood normal for Carlota. My father had already asked too many questions. My mother was trying to balance everything. And Carlota… she looked calm, but I could tell she was stressed.

She’s trying so hard for someone who supposed to be in a fake relationship with me. I hate that Dad is doing all this. I wanted to stop him from bothering her, but at the same time, I had to keep it quiet because there are some things that she ...