YVONNE
A few weeks later
"Valentin, so you're a lawyer?", Mom asks my date. The guy I've paid hundred dollars to come with me today nods, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "That'a how I met Yvonne. She was in the library when I was. It was love at first sight."
Theodore coughs, since he has obviously been invited. I thought that if I brought a man with me to Cordelia, then I'd be off the hook for Dad's birthday.
"And, how are the wedding preparations going?", Father asks.
Valentin freezes next to me. I forgot to mention that. "Wedding?"
"Well, Yvonne told us you two are engaged."
Valentin gives me an annoyed look, silently saying our agreement is off.
"I think you're mistaking. I'm not the one you think. I'm only Yvonne's ex. Her fiancé was too busy to come, so she brought me."
Mom gasps, Dad looks at me shocked, as Theodore seems to thrive in victory.
"How could you not tell me you're getting married?!", Valentin decides to play his own show. He takes the glass of red wine and throws it on me. I feel the liquid pouring down my hair, down my face, on my clothes. The white dress I am wearing is now filled with red, as if someone just shot me. Well, my heart is shattered, maybe someone did.
I excuse myself from the table, running inside my room. I can't do this anymore. Still with the wine-soaked gown on me, I do the only thing I can think of. There was one guy that could have fake dated me. And although he acted like a piece of shit, better than what I'm living now.
I take out my phone, and I know I don't have Levi's number, but his Insta account is public. I press on message, take out a bottle of red from my hidden stash, and pour myself a glass to give me confidence. Thirty minutes, a lot of banging at my door and one session of luggage packing later, I'm out of the door after I just sent a rather embarrassing text.
ME: I know you said you have no interest in fake dating me, but I am still here texting you. I'm in Berlin if you changed your mind. Just let me know.
I don't open my Insta to check if he answered, only until I'm removing my makeup in the bathroom of a hotel in Berlin. He did. His account @levidyer83, 83 is his number in Formula One apparently, is filled with reposts from the official APOLLO account, pictures of him wearing helmets, pictures with him on podium, vacation photos, some shirtless ones, and many posts where he's with Lewis, Chris, Aria and Fabio, who was the third guy at the fashion show.
LEVI: I can be there tomorrow to discuss the details. Meet me at La Plaza.
I don't bother texting him back. I only close my phone with a smile on my face.
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Unchasable
Romance"He never thought he'd have her. Until he was chasing her." YVONNE Levi Dyer was never part of the plan. But when running away from a fiancé you want nothing to do with, you strike a deal with Formula One's golden boy. One fake marriage. One fake l...
