Damian’s POV:
I’ve never been the kind of man to ask questions when things are quiet, but right now the silence in the living room was odd, maybe it was the way Lira was still fighting back a laugh.
Why are two smiling? What’s so funny? Eloise asked with a frown on her face.
My eyes shifted to her, she was standing in the doorway. Her arms were full of glossy Elion’s Couture bags.... She looked like a thunderstorm wrapped in silk.
“Are you two done giggling?” her voice came again, it was sharp enough to slice through the air.
Lira and I exchanged a quick glance, with the laughter vanishing instantly, as though someone had flipped a switch. I straightened up my hair with my hand, while Lira pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to make it worse.
Eloise dropped the bags beside
