Picture Perfect Lie

Vivienne’s POV

“This honeymoon is turning out to be productive,” I said, my voice dripping with childlike glee as I lifted a forkful of risotto to my lips.

Valentin paused mid-bite, fork hovering just inches from his mouth, eyes narrowing as he studied me. I could practically see the gears turning in that annoyingly brilliant mind of his, trying to determine if I meant something deeper, something