Imogen's POV

"She is already on her way here. Maybe, you can "lie" to her yourself" my mum nodded her head, climbing up the stairs again, without waiting for Zamiel's reply.

I had to giggle at the game my mum was trying to play, as if she didn't know the kind of person Zamiel was.

"And what exactly is funny?" He asked me, looking so disappointed and confused at the same time.

"I pity her" I shook my head slowly, as I got close to him.

"Who exactly?" He narrowed his eyes, zooming something on his phone.

"Your so-called wife-to-be. She doesn't know you at all, if not, she wouldn't...