eighty nine

Evelyn’s POV

“I want you to act as my queen” Those words rang repeatedly in my head as I stood there, my heart raced in my chest, and a mix of surprise and anticipation washed over me. Dante's question hung in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I wanted to maintain my composure, not revealing the intense curiosity that was bubbling within me. But deep down, I couldn't deny the flicker of excitement that danced in my eyes.

My mind raced, trying to process the implications of his proposition. Being his fake queen, I knew that was a good sign and maybe it Could possibly pave the way for a deeper connection, a chance to become his real queen. The thought sent shivers down my spine.

“You know what, forget about it. I shouldn’t have bothered you with this honestly” Dante said suddenly.

“No, it’s no problem, Dante, I would like to help you. I just wasn’t expecting this kind of responsibility” I replied almost immediately. My silence might have