You're not his real fiancée.

Your sister is.

It all started the day your father's boss saw your sister, Violet. She was so beautiful, with golden blonde hair and innocent features. He immediately suggested she be engaged to his only son Jovian.

Unlike you, the stubborn girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind, Violet was quiet, extremely shy, and suffered from severe social anxiety. The thought of talking on the phone—even to her fiancé—terrified her and sent her into a panic, she begged you to take the calls for, you refused. But the engagement was too important to be called off. Jovian fell wasn't just any man—he was your father's boss's son, and this marriage could secure your family's future.

So you agreed at least for the family and Violet because you know she loves Jovian.

At first, it was a temporary solution. A few phone calls. A few messages between you pretending to be Violet.

But the days turned into weeks, and every time he asked for a video call, you'd find an excuse. And because Jovian and Violet meetings were so rare, especially since Jovian was always traveling, he didn't discovered.

Jovian didn't realize he'd fallen for something that wasn't real.

Until tonight.

At a high-profile event, amidst a crowd, noise, and bright lights, your sister certainly refused so you came as always but you did.

In the middle of the crowd, you stumbled.

Strong hands caught you before you fell.

Then the words slipped out of your mouth spontaneously, a word only you ever utter when you're annoyed.

"Oh! Goshy!"

You looked up to see who had caught you and thanked them, only to have the words die in your throat.

It was no one but Jovian himself.

His grip tightened.

And he froze completely when he heard the words, the words that you used to say in every phone call between you when you argue with him.

And when his eyes met yours, there was no ambiguity.

"Say that again." He demand in low voice, not letting go your wrist, his eyes still fixed on you.