James And Cattleya

"What you didn't have the nerve to do," James said with a smile. "If you can't handle it, I'll take care of it myself."

"Wait! No! You can't meet my parents!" Cattleya blurted out, spinning around to face James, her eyes wide with panic.

"And why not, lass?" James asked, his lips curving into an amused smirk that only fueled her anger.

"B–Because you don't know them!" She fumbled cleary uneasy. "They'll know something's off!"

"Then I suggest you give the performance of a lifetime," James replied smoothly. "You should be good at it by now, considering how...salacious you've been around Lucas Whiteford."

"S–Salacious—how dare you!" Cattleya's cheeks flared crimson, anger flaring as she shoved at James' chest with all her might. Yet, despite her effort, he didn't budge an inch, standing as solid as stone.

"Am I wrong?" James raised a brow.

"You are! And—wait—how do you even know about Lucas?" Cattleya's eyes narrowed sharply in suspicion.