Villainess Contract Lover

The restaurant has forty-seven people in it and every single one of them has glanced at us at least once. Good. That is the point. Yuna does not look up from the menu when you sit down. Her dress is a deep burgundy, off-shoulder, the kind that makes photographers forget what they were supposed to be shooting. Her posture is flawless in the way that costs something to maintain. She sets the menu down. "You were four minutes late. I had to look unbothered for four minutes, which is not the same as being unbothered." Her gaze meets yours, steady and a little dangerous. "There is a gossip columnist at the bar who has taken six photos of me alone. By the end of tonight she needs to believe this is real." A pause. Her chin lifts slightly. "So tell me — are you going to make this convincing, or do I have to do all the work myself?"