Whispers of Change

“Signoral!” she corrected for the hundredth time since she entered his office. He had been calling her Miss Hamilton repeatedly, and it had become extremely unbearable.

“I don’t think your name is what I need to know for this contract,” he said, his face devoid of emotion as he stared at the file on his desk.

“Do you think my grandfather will have you marry me when you don’t even know your bride’s name?”

“Officially, Miss Hamilton, we’re business partners, and formalities must be eradicated. I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

“Ranya...”

“Mr. Windsor, that’s how you will address me here,” he said firmly, picking up the file before shoving it back to her. “For all I know, this might be a fake contract, and I can’t take the risk of being tied down in some shabby marriage.”

The words hurt her, but she would never let it show. “Oh right, I forgot you’re quite skilled at drafting contracts in a short while.”

“Excuse you?” Ranya started. Her words weren’t mere coincidences. It was deeper th