Fake Date, Real Fate

If luxury ever had a scent, this hospital suite would bottle it and sell out before sunrise. The view alone looked like something off a real estate ad—skyscrapers glinting beyond the spotless windows, distant clouds curated for aesthetic. The only things missing were the spa playlist and a mimosa cart.

I should’ve felt grateful. Technically, I was recovering. Physically, I’d healed. Emotionally... not so much. The real chaos was waiting outside those doors.

The door swung open for the hundredth time that morning—and this time, it wasn’t a nurse with another clipboard.

It was them.

"Is this a hospital room or a damn red carpet?" I muttered, blinking as my entire entourage filed in like they were attending a royal send-off.

Aria was the first to burst in—grinning wildly and looking like she’d mugged a fashion-forward magician. Fur vest, tinted glasses, and a high-pitched greeting that echoed off the sterile walls.

"Queen of Near-Death! Ready for your soft-launch into society?"

"Soft-launch?" I deadpanned. "I didn’t die."

"Not yet," she winked. "But the drama lives."

Leo swaggered in next, his uni hoodie slouching just enough to scream ’reluctant cool kid’ while balancing a comically large teddy bear that was twice his size, nearly knocking over the IV stand in the process.

"Oops." He winced. "That wasn’t... attached to anything vital, right?"

Then father strolled in with that calm, worn-out-dad expression he always had when he was one second away from telling Leo to sit down and shut up. He is clutching a fruit basket that could feed a village.