Lexus.
As the car rolled to a stop, I stared out the window at the house in front of me.
It was small. White. A bungalow with a wraparound porch and hanging flower baskets that swayed gently in the breeze. It looked like something straight out of a feel-good movie—simple, warm, and completely opposite of the cold, sterile mega mansions I was used to.
Billie reached for the door handle, but I stopped her.
"Wait."
She turned to me, eyebrows raised.
I pulled a velvet box from my pocket, flipped it open, and took out the diamond ring. Without a word, I slid it onto her finger.
Her lips parted slightly as she stared at it.
"You didn't have to do that," she mumbled.
I smirked. "Do you want them to believe we're engaged or not?"
That snapped her out of whatever thoughts she was having.
"Fine, but remember your lines," she warned. "If they ask where we met, you say it was at the pet center. I was volunteering. You were the event sponsor."
