Fiona’s POV
"What?!"
I sputter as I watch Micah casually saunter into his apartment and pour a drink into a delicate champagne glass. I can't believe he's this relaxed after what he just revealed to me.
At my bafflement, he turns and lifts a perfect eyebrow at me, slight amusement glittering in his eyes.
"I know it's not ideal," he sighs after a while. "But the Queen mother … can be difficult. If she has put her mind to visiting us, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it."
He lifts a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug as I stare at him.
"So, really, there's no choice for us but to live together to keep up appearances. By living with me in this apartment before she comes, you'll get a chance to get comfortable in the new surroundings."
He says the words like it's the most logic
