Wine is terrible evil! I realized this the moment I woke up in bed with one man—while I’m supposed to marry another.
Two months until the wedding—and such a disaster!
Midyar Le-Kinaro is not my fiancé. He’s the one who has no intention of giving up hope of seducing me from the very first day we met.
He doesn’t ask what I want. He’s certain he knows my desires better than I do.
But in my coffin and in white slippers, I’ve seen your persistence, dear! You messed up. You screwed up in every possible way.
Now my chair is yours only if I’m the one sitting in it.