How charming it is to witness my amour de ma vie pacing back and forth, cursing me out in her room, protesting our engagement.

I, on the other hand, am over the moon over this betrothal. Why wouldn’t I be? After years of pining for this fiery girl I’ve known since childhood, she is now all mine, and I am all hers.

“Putting a death curse on your future mari? Oh, you wound me, sunshine.” My voice, languid and smooth with a posh accent, dripped with mockery as I leaned in to whisper into her ear.

As she turned to look over her shoulder, my smile widened into a smirk. Perhaps it was time to cheer her up.