— I’m not going to work for you!
— You will, Rapunzel, otherwise you’ll have to pay a penalty, — I tap my finger on the contract with her signature. — Did you do all this on purpose?!
I smirk.
— No. It’s just that fate loves to throw surprises at us. Since it has brought us together again, let’s turn this to our advantage. And I have something more interesting for you than a regular job.
Stubbornness and curiosity collide in her gaze. But in the end she quietly, hesitatingly exhales:
— Which one?
— A fake marriage. I need a wife for one deal, and you need cover from the fiancé you ran away from.
Real fear flashes across her face, and I push further:
— He’s already in the city, Rapunzel. He’s looking for you, — I lean closer, catching her wide-open look. — So what will your answer be?
***
I ran off from my wedding so I could finally live the way I want. But, escaping one marriage, I landed in another — with a brazen stranger from the plane.