If someone told Lucia three weeks ago, that she would be attending an event hosted by one of the most affluent and influential person on the planet earth, in the arms of Stefan Baxter, she probably would have checked the person into a mental hospital.
As they got out of the limousine and stepped into the castle-like building, all Lucia could think of was how she went from boring 'ol middle-life internet blogger to the alleged fiancée of Stefan Baxter. Life comes at you fast. And this was all thanks to the twins and their incessant need to push her to go out more. At least, the hell of a time she was having keeping up with Stefan pressed pause on the nightmares she had been having. She hadn't dreamt about Micheal for some days now, and she hadn't recieved his texts. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, he was finally leaving her alone?
