Chương 74: A Dance?

Takabana stood at the front of the clubroom, her arms crossed, her face twisted in that familiar expression of disdain. She looked like she was about to announce something particularly unpleasant, and I had a feeling it wasn't going to be good news. I leaned back in my chair, preparing for whatever she was about to throw at us.

"Alright, listen up," she began, her voice dripping with irritation.

"Apparently, my family has decided that they want this... fake relationship to be as believable as possible. That means you—" she jabbed a finger in my direction, her lip curling slightly, "—are going to have to attend the fancy banquet with me."

I blinked, staring at her blankly for a moment.

"Fancy banquet?" I repeated, trying to process the idea of having to dress up and act like a proper gentleman. It sounded like a nightmare. No, worse than a nightmare. It sounded like torture.

Takabana rolled her eyes, her tone growing more frustrated.