“With real guests and shit,” he deadpans. “And I have to convince everyone around me that I am madly in love with you and just had to be married this instant?” Rhys shrugs. “That’s it? A shrug?” “I mean, is that so unbelievable?” “Everyone thinks we hate each other, so… yes?” “Why would they think that? I’ve never told anyone that I hate you.” “I mean, it’s obvious.” His head quirks. “Is it? What have I ever done that makes you think I hate you?”
