“Alright... Alright." Amirah sighed.

After a long day's shoot, Bettie found herself outside the studio gates, awaiting her ride home.

A sleek black Maybach pulled up, and the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. "Hey there, hop in," Lance said.

Bettie hesitated, her brow furrowed. "What brings you here?"

“Well, I figured since we're an item now, it's only right I pick you up after work, right?" Lance said with a smile.

"You've got quite the knack for putting on a show," Bettie retorted, finally sliding into the car.

Bettie stowed her cosmetic box in the trunk and settled into her seat. After buckling her seat belt, she said, "Thank you."

"I'm your boyfriend. You don't need to thank me."

Bettie was helpless.

Lance started the engine and pulled away from the studio.

"You seem to have taken a liking to acting," Bettie remarked, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Lance reasoned, "We've signed the contracts. Let's play our parts diligently. While the contracts mandate a facade of closeness before our elders, discretion remains paramount in our daily interactions. We are shortly to be married, yet we seldom communicate. If your father finds out, what would he think? Your parents' impression is at stake. Imagine your dad's suspicions if he hears your gratitude toward me."

Bettie frowned, mulling over Lance's words. Something about the situation didn't sit right with her. "Ever thought about how we're gonna convince my dad to let us tie the knot next month?"

“As for your mom..."

“Don't worry about my mother. I have persuaded her."

Lance smiled confidently. "Things are easier. I'll just spin a tale about the daughter of some big shot being interested in me and ask if I have a girlfriend. I told her I had a girlfriend and we were getting married next month to make her give up. Then, she abruptly stated that she would like to attend. So, the wedding must be held."

“Fine. You are so narcissistic!" Bettie raised an eyebrow and asked, “And who might this big shot be? My dad won't buy it just like that."

"Royce," Lance replied casually.

“Oh... I see." With curiosity, Bettie asked, "Does Royce have a daughter?"

"Yes, Tylor, my junior."