Chapter Twenty-Three

Karen's POV

Walking into Bill's office, I regretted my actions immediately. I didn't inform Brody before leaving the house in the morning and I didn't want him to get offended.

"How are you doing, Karen?" Bill asked with a smile.

I pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably. "I'm glad you asked because I'm not doing alright."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How is that even possible? You live in a castle and you're the princess."

I chuckled. "Well, I wish that was it but it's not, it's just like Brody's mom doesn't like me." I said.

"It's a contract, you should not care if she likes you or not." He replied and I turned my gaze to the bright light outside and shrugged. He was definitely right! It was a fucking contract and I needed to fucking fake everything.

"Maybe," I said reluctantly. "It looks real though, Brody and I danced yesterday." I told him.

He frowned and scratched his eyebrow. "About that, you were not supposed to get intimate with him."