If a few hours ago I had transformed into a half-finished swamp creature, now I am sitting prettily in a noble cafe that smells as fragrant as spring flowers… and as expensive as my dignity, which was just shattered into a million pieces.
I, Liliane Hohenberg—the cutest, greatest, most innovative woman in the field of other people's romances (according to my acute level of self-confidence).
Currently, I am sitting across from Duke Tristan.
Yes. Duke Tristan.
The handsome man who is the reason I still breathe with enthusiasm every morning, afternoon, and night in this novel world. The man who, last night, thought I was a ghost in this middle-of-nowhere novel world...
Good grief.
If dignity could be sold, mine would have been auctioned off already with zero bidders. At this moment, I truly hope my handsome Duke doesn't realize any of it. About me, the ghost, and me being the ghost.
"My Lady, your tea has gone cold."
