“Undress!” I eagerly sprang up on the bed and stared at the man with greedy fascination. “What?” the stripper asked, drawing in his wide eyebrows—so that look of his made goosebumps run down my spine. “Lady Caterina, are you feeling unwell?” “Awful!” I said, still staring at the macho. “Is something bothering you?” the man asked, coming closer to the bed where I was still half-reclining. “And do you have abs?” I asked provocatively, placing my palms on his stomach.
Could I have thought that all my friends’ wishes for New Year would suddenly come true? Honestly! To have a real knight as a husband, to become mistress of a castle, and be a young and beautiful lady. That doesn’t happen! Not in this life, at least…