Avarielle Summers had done many reckless things in her life despite having the image of the perfect Summers Twin.
But nothing—nothing—prepared her for the disaster that was a "romantic at-home spa day" with Zachary Ford. The last thing in their list to finally convince everyone is the household that they are truly married not just by force.
It had started with good intentions. A supposed peace offering after blatantly telling Zach that he is not as manly as he thinks. The poor Lord Ford had gone sulking for full five hours in his room and only stepped out when she knocked on his door and said the word sorry with some curse shit.
Ava even lit a lavender candle. She had to do it, otherwise, they'd be stuck in their nosy employees' eye-twitching match-makings.
Zach had looked suspicious from the start. He leaned on the doorframe of their once shared bathroom for their act, arms crossed, towel around his neck like he was about to wrestle the concept of relaxation itself.
