"Huh... getting married? That fiancé of yours must be really lucky!" Kenneth teased with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "His kissing skills must be better than our Prince Lionel's, right, Margie? I heard that as soon as you entered The Jones, you kissed Peter Jones for over three minutes!"
These lunatics... why... why do they know every single move I make?! Even a staged kiss isn't spared from their scrutiny!
I wanted to curse them to the ends of the earth, but I couldn't help but wonder—could there be a vampire spy within The Jones? How is that even possible?
Kenneth shot a challenging glance at Lionel but gave me a radiant smile. "Darling, holding you that night was truly magical. I doubt I'll ever forget it. Come stay at the earl's estate for a few days when you have the chance. I'll treat you with the utmost hospitality, complete with a personal massage, just like that night, ensuring you sleep as comfortably as ever!" How evil his words were!
