[Leif's POV — Leif's Chamber—Evening]
Days passed like a chaotic dream. Alvar's visits became… normal. Normal, but still dangerously charming. The kind of normal that made my heart trip over itself.
He'd waltz in, lounge on my bed like he owned the place (which, to be fair, he kind of did), and somehow turn breathing into an act of seduction.
And now? The Rainbow Fashion Show loomed like a divine punishment sent specifically to torment me.
Invitations. Guest lists. Seating charts. Hell itself had better organization.
"Ughhh!"
SLAM!
My forehead met my desk in defeat. "I don't know who to invite and who to uninvite!" I groaned into the desk.
The original Leif had the social skills of a wet cabbage—how am I supposed to pull off a high-society gala?! He'd been far too busy chasing the female lead and now I have to deal with all these.
"Ngh…" I rolled back in frustration, only to notice Alvar lying on my bed and munching grapes.
