Destiny's POV

I've just posted the Ad, and I'm already receiving submissions. Never have I thought this would work this fast. Flipping through the comments, I find some people asking why the questions are weird. Honestly, I'm playing a rough game on Uranus. Yet, he doesn't even know he's part of it. If he wants to leave, it's okay, but I'll make him beg me to stay and not to go on this holiday. I'm not cutting corners in this whole Ad thing. Hang in there. I won't be giving up.

My main focus is to keep Uranus off the hook. He will never approve of this. Ever. Speaking of the Devil, I find him entering the house with no sound of Lexie. She's probably tired after their long walk. I'll try to find a way where I can leave his place and take his laptop.

"I thought you'll never come back," I tease.

"Time flies when you're having fun," he shuts me up.

"Take this back," I warn him, pointing my index finger threateningly at him. Uranus is making it much lighter than I thought this would go. Further, it's the best of both worlds.

"No," he replies, plain and simple.

"Then that is it," I reply, getting up and grabbing my stuff and his laptop.

"Wait," he grabs me by the wrist, "I can't believe you're mad because of this!"

"I am," I say, firmly grabbing my hand from his not-so-tight grip.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks, confusion taking over him, "we were perfectly fine a while ago."

"Ask Lexie," I say. I'm about to laugh and ruin my whole plan. I give my back, but I swear he sees me smirking. My disembodied voice bombards me for it, and I immediately bring myself together.

"Why are you taking my laptop with you then?" He challenges.

"What laptop?" I sincerely reply.

"The one you're holding behind your back," he points to the silver lining that's awkwardly shining behind.

"Ah, of course. I'm having it with me until this whole Ad thingy is over," I clarify, stuttering a little because I'm lying.

"Then why are you stuttering, eh?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You're not using this to talk to me," I shrug.

"Dammit," he says, "for your information, personal folders are locked."

"Like I even care!" I shout back, closing the door behind me.

"I remember the last time you've tried keeping things from me," he says loud enough for me to hear through the door, "you ended up sought in problems..." I'm not listening anymore.

"Not this time," I reply to myself, "And not your folders I want to unlock, Uranus," I hiss to myself, "it's your heart that I'm going to open."

As soon as I leave, I dance around in happiness, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see a glimpse of Uranus watching me over from his window. I adjust my clothes, triumphantly, and walk quickly as if this didn't happen. My cheeks are turning tomato red.

When I walk past Lexie, she comes around and licks my knees. Caressing her head, I bend down to her height and slide my hand on her golden-brown fur. I like her a lot.

Once I'm home, I open the laptop to find that the form is flooding with responses. Making up my mind, I ignore men's submissions. I end up filtering the women's form responses I've received according to whether they're single or not. I'm sure that I'm barking up the wrong tree, but let us cross that bridge when we come to it.

I pick up my notebook and start jotting down the names of the interesting ones. I pick up my phone to check them on Instagram too.

Jessica Adams. No.
Nora Blake. No.
Katy Beth. No.
Ayla Henry. No.
Zoe Aiden. No.
Elizabeth Amoore ??

Crossing the names one-by-one, I've only one remaining, Elizabeth Amoore, such a romantic name! I check her on Instagram, and what I find shocks me. According to her answers and beauty, I have no idea why she's leading such a miserable life. Someone like Elizabeth must not be going through all of this. She's got beauty and brains.

"Interesting answers that you've got here, Ms. Elizabeth," I nod in satisfaction, knowing what to do next. "You're a perfect fit."

I go through her form, and I'm 100% sure that she's the chosen one.