Jack’s jaw dropped. “Giselle… what the hell?”
“Welcome to my childhood home,” I said, grinning.
He stared at me, stunned. “So… you were testing me while I was testing you?”
“Looks like it.”
Jack exhaled in disbelief. “Wait… all those times you acted impressed by my hot plate cooking—”
“Oh, that wasn’t acting. I was genuinely amazed anyone could cook on that thing.”
For a second, I thought he’d be mad. But then, Jack burst out laughing. “We’re ridiculous,” he said. “I was testing you, and you had a palace this whole time?”
“Basically.” I smirked. “Guess we both passed the test.”
Jack shook his head, still chuckling. “So… does this mean your answer is yes?”
I tapped my chin. “Hmm… I guess I’ll marry you.”
He kissed me. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
Six months later, we got married in a small, beautiful ceremony. The only problem? Our families wouldn’t stop talking about how we had “tricked” each other.
