"What's your President's name? Is he good-looking? Is he nice?"
The bodyguard answered, "Lucas Knight."
"He's so handsome he could split skies, and yes, he's nice."
Our President must be sky-splittingly handsome, but as for being nice... Well, that depends on who he's dealing with.
Ahem, that's about it, right?
Lucas Knight, why does that name have her surname? She thought of a phrase: "With your surname, crown my name."
Lucas.
The mingling of Lucas, dark and wild, morning and evening, like an intoxicating poppy.
What a great name.
The President's name sounds damn good.
If she weren't pregnant, she'd have this man sorted out sooner or later. Ahem, getting ahead of herself there.
Eva Nightingale said sternly, "Sorry, miss, I'm really busy. If you want to invite me, show some sincerity, have the guts..."
"Have the guts to get your President to personally invite me."
If he doesn't come personally, I'm not going.
