~ALINA’S POV~
“What? You’re seriously paying three times for that?” the lady hissed, loud enough for half the room to hear.
Valentino didn’t flinch. His grip stayed firm on my waist, his presence a shield I didn’t realize I’d needed until that moment.
The sales associate, unfazed by our exchange, pulled a machine out of his pocket and spoke softly, almost nervously.
“Sir,” he said with a respectful nod. “Your PIN.”
Still holding onto me, Valentino pressed his code with his free hand, his thumb moving over the keys swiftly.
Beep. Beep.
Tap.
Confirmed.
The screen flashed green. Payment Accepted.
A beat of stunned silence followed.
The woman scoffed, arms crossed so tight her fake nails looked like they were about to snap.
“Whatever. Let him waste his money.”
Her voice grated ag
