Killian's eyes were cast downward, his face a mask of inscrutability.
Instead, he exuded an aloof aura of authority, a vibe that radiated "do not disturb" to anyone nearby.
He had been lurking in the shadows, taking in every detail—from Oriana's graceful exit from the car to Nichole's relentless pestering.
Denying his interest would be nothing short of self-deception.
However, with Nichole present, some words were better left unsaid.
"I'm here to meet a friend."
Killian glanced at the necklace around Oriana's neck, never one to withhold compliments, especially for a beautiful woman.
"That necklace is exquisite, and it suits you perfectly."
After speaking, Killian turned his gaze to Nichole, "What brings you two here today?"
Oriana instinctively touched her necklace, her gaze stead
