SAMANTHA'S POV

The looks on the faces of the people around us spoke words their mouths couldn't utter. The look of admiration etched on their faces meant only one thing– I played my part well, a smile danced at the corner of my lips I felt a twinge of triumph. I had accomplished my mission to throw Lucas off balance, to make a statement that would leave everyone talking.

I could hear the murmurs and whispers behind us as we stood there, still caught up in the aftermath of the make-believe kiss. "Wow, they really make a beautiful couple," someone muttered, and I couldn't help but relish in the web of facade I had woven myself in, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

I turned to face Lucas, who stood there fixed– obviously didn't see the kiss coming and that boosted my confidence. His expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief, clearly caught off guard. I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest, and wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace.

I tugged at him playfully and whispered