As days passed I grew more anxious. Is that it? Is it over? He has my number. Why didn’t he call me even once?

How will I meet him again and make it look like a coincidence?

My mission has only one goal. It is to make the prince bring me to the palace on his own volition.

I looked at the paper printed with the steps I made to complete my mission.

Step 1, befriend the enemy.

Step 2, get close to him.

How will I get close to him? How will I do that if I don’t have an excuse to see him? Should I just lie that I’m pregnant with his baby? No, he’s too smart for that. And it’s only been days since we had se--nevermind!

He will ask me to go to a hospital for proof. And if he finds out I’m lying it will be over.

I’ve thought of hundreds of excuses in order to see him but I can’t find anything plausible.

So here I am in front of his apartment door, after battling the dizzying elevator ride from the ground floor towards the eighty-fifth floor, with nothing planned. Yes! His apartment is on the 85th floor!

We stared at each other when he opened the door. It seems like neither of us can’t process the thought that we are seeing each other face to face. He looks so casual wearing a mustard-colored hoodie.

His coffee-brown eyes, messy hair, and his startled expression somehow give me a cozy feeling. And I don’t understand why!

“What are you doing here?” He asked in a soft voice.

That’s what I want to ask myself too. What am I doing here?

“I’m pregnant!” I suddenly burst out.

Wait--what?! What did I say?! I know he’s not dumb to just take in what I said, so why the f--k am I being idiotic by coming up with this lie? Stupid! Stupid!

He stilled for a few seconds.

I don’t know what to do! Should I say it’s a joke?

I’m about to take back my idiotic lie but then he suddenly grinned and opened the door widely. An indication that maybe I am welcome to go inside?

I pranced inside his luxurious apartment.

“So you’re pregnant huh,” he teased.

I don’t know how to answer him. I can’t even nod or shake my head.

“With my baby?” he asked again playfully.

“Yah, and you’re taking responsibility.” I already lied. I should go with it as well.

He stood there just staring at me without saying anything.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I grunted as I felt uncomfortable with him gawking at me.

“I’m thinking,” he replied indifferently.

“Thinking of what?”

“Whether to let you in into my life or not,” he answered with a tone I cannot decipher. “I’m weighing which one I will regret less.”

“What?”