Hugo stood outside the door, his arms crossed, his whole future hanging by a thread.
And he was praying.
Not just any prayer—
A desperate, soul wrenching, 'please let this work or I will cry' kind of prayer.
He wasn't even that religious, but at this point, he was willing to believe in the great and almighty goddess of luck.
She was the only one he had to rely on at this point.
He squeezed his eyes shut. 'Dear beautiful, voluptuous goddess of luck. Please, please, please let this plan work.'
If it failed and all the girls somehow met each other, he would have no choice but to fake his own death and move to another country.
Seriously, this was life and death.
Okay, maybe not literally, but still!
This night had been one disaster after another, and if this plan didn't work, he would be forced to do something drastic.
Like… accepting defeat. And that was simply not an option!
