“Is he even real?!” I smirk skeptically.
“And where do those doubts come from, if I may ask?!” the man snarls, snapping a small box shut in front of my nose.
“Pff… an offer during lunch break—two desserts for the price of one and a diamond? Yeah… sure,” I shake my head, generously seasoning my voice with sarcasm. “Margo was right to refuse you! A loser with a fake stone!”
“What?!!!” His eyebrows shoot up.
“And, besides… I’d refuse you too!!!” I blurt out, turning crimson.
Nothing—people as self-assured as this Alexey could use a bit of healthy criticism.
I dump the dishes onto a tray and walk away in a haughty mood.
Right— that’s what I thought… until the moment they called me into the office of the new restaurant owner— the same Alexey. And he laid an ultimatum in front of me: either I get fired, or become his fake fiancée for the holidays.