What an absurd turn of events! I found myself unexpectedly standing in for my sister for a single night, only to end up engaged to her supposed fiancé, a man named Greyson. "What are you doing? Don't you understand why you're here?" he asked, seating himself on the bed. I sat upright, folding my legs, trying to compose myself. "I-I-I... It's just that I'm a virgin, and all of this is overwhelming," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. Greyson smirked, clearly unimpressed by my vulnerability. My voice was not meant to sound so weak, but emotions got the better of me. "There's no need to worry. I'm the one you'll marry. Consider this our pre-wedding night," he said, causing tears to well up in my eyes. Inside, I desperately wished he knew the truth – that I was merely a stand-in, not the woman he was about to wed. As Greyson reached for my legs, running his fingers along them, he frowned upon noticing my nose mask, suspicion clouding his gaze. "Take off your face mask, Bella. There's no need to hide from me," he requested. I shook my head, refusing. Greyson tilted his head, his eyes hardening into an authoritative stare. "Isabella Walters, remove that mask now," he demanded, and I realized the gravity of the situation had escalated.
