Chapter 72

Christina's POV The next night, our rehearsal started over dinner. I insisted Geoffrey send the staff away, giving us privacy. Instead of sitting across from me like usual, Hudson slid into the chair beside me, acting like we were already at his grandfather's party. The perfect couple. "My uncle Roman will be seated over there," Hudson pointed to an imaginary table. "He claims to be vegetarian to impress his wife Vivian, who's obsessed with green juices and organic everything. Yet he secretly devours steaks when she's not looking." I snorted. "Seriously?" "Oh, and Uncle Felix? Almost blew up a construction site because he thought a pile of dynamite looked 'fun to play with.'" I nearly choked on my wine. "Your family is insane." "Then there's my cousin Vanessa. Watch out for her. I had her arrested for reckless driving last year. She might try to claw your eyes out." This was the most Hudson had spoken to me since our arrangement began. His delivery was dry and factual, but the stories