feeling the danger of our friendship

Matteo

"What do you think?" I showed the final result in front of the camera on a video call with Josephine, my cousin whom I was very close to.

"It's perfect, you just need to fix your hair," she suggested.

"My hair is fine," I denied.

My cousin rolled her eyes, deciding not to insist on the matter.

"What else did they give you to wear?" she asked.

I picked up a navy blue blazer, putting it over the shirt I was wearing.

I felt very strange wearing pieces that cost at least half of my salary, as if I had robbed a YSL store, but both the queen and Mr. Lechner didn't give me much choice.

After I revealed my age, they explained to me what they were planning and prepared everything to make it work.

"Explain to me again what you have to do," Josie asked.

"The future princess was invited to a party by one of the country's noblemen's sons, so I have to go and play the role of a twenty-four-year-old woman's babysitter."

That was one of the most ridiculous situations I had ever experienced, bu