45-Illuision
Before he could even think, Daphne's lips were on his and they were kissing softly. "I had a lovely time, Dr. Crane. Thank you so much for asking me to be your date at the Snow Ball."
He swallowed hard. "Well, actually you asked me, remember?"
She laughed melodically. "So I did. Well, I hope you had a good time."
Now he was even more confused. She'd called him an actor. How could she not have known that his words were sincere? Perhaps the kiss and the feeling upon his lips was nothing more than an illusion? The thought hurt.
