Damn!
Why could he barely sleep? He already had two glasses of scotch which was supposed to relax him and do the trick. But here he was, strung like a kite. He could feel his muscles were still tight.
His mind, of course, had an idea of what was wrong. The problem was lying beside him on the bed, sleeping peacefully. However, the solution was out of his sight. Damn! What was he thinking? It was clear he was not.
Dinner last night had been slightly awkward since they were all still trying to figure out how to handle their current situation. It was necessary, but they knew it would not be easy.
"You two should spend more time together." The Count suggested. "Your mother would easily see through your lies if she spotted even a little inconsistency in your act."
His grandfather was right. They had to act like a real couple in front of his mother to make it believable. Or else, she would proceed with her plan to marry him off.
