Sierra's POV
Arthur helped me down on my feet as we got to the house. The man on the porch holding a single rose with a wide smile stood up. Arthur helped me adjust my heels before rising.
“Sierra,” Richard called, walking towards us with a wide smile.
I returned it as much as I could through my drunken self. As he got closer, he frowned. “Are you drunk?” he asked, passing a glare to Arthur, but his gaze softened when it returned to me.
Arthur didn't let go. His hands firm on my waist — where I like it. I nodded like a child with a satisfied smile. I couldn't help it. He tried to take my hand, but Arthur held me back by the waist.
“Who is this?”
“Who is he?”
Arthur and Richard said simultaneously. I gestured for Richard. “Arthur, meet Richard. The lawyer that helped me with the div
