Amira didn’t know how she got sucked into the whirlwind that was Xavier Ruiz. How she agreed to marry the man – in a week no less – was still a mystery to her.
She barely slept that night. The following morning, she was about to call him, to cancel the whole thing, when there was a knock on her door. She was not entirely surprised to see him when she opened it.
Speak of the devil, she mused on an inward sigh.
She let him in, and when he leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips, she allowed him, her resolution crumbling. How was she supposed to breach the subject with him without offending him? Oh yeah, there was no way around it.
She’d have to pin this on her, on her inadequacy to be a proper housewife.
“How are you, princesa?” He asked, all smiles. “Are you ready for us to go hu
