“Manipulative? Like something out of a bad romance novel?”
He sighed and pulled out a small velvet box. “But now I am sure. Giselle, will you marry me?”
Most people might have screamed “YES” right away. But I had my own secret.
I smirked, snatched the car keys from his hand, and said, “Let me drive. If what I show you next doesn’t scare you off, then my answer is yes.”
Confused, Jack let me take the wheel.
I drove us out of the city, past quiet suburbs, and up to a towering set of iron gates. Jack’s brows furrowed. “Uh… where are we going?”
“Remember when I said I grew up in a modest house?” I asked innocently.
“Yeah?”
“I may have stretched the definition of ‘modest’ a bit.”
I punched in a code, and the gates swung open, revealing an estate with pristine gardens, fountains, and a hedge maze.
