Andrew set his glass down and stretched, his shirt pulling taut over his chest. “Alright. Here’s the version they already believe—”
He paused for dramatic effect, and she shot him an impatient look.
“They think we met at a charity gala in New York two months ago,” he continued smoothly. “That we started dating shortly after. I kept you a secret from them for a while because I wanted to protect our relationship from the media.”
She snorted. “How romantic.”
Andrew ignored her sarcasm. “Recently, they heard rumors that we were spotted in Paris together.”
Amelia stiffened. “Because we were.”
His gaze flickered with amusement. “Exactly. Now, they want to meet you because they think things between us are getting serious.”
She hesitated. “And how do they feel about me not being in your social class?”……
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