LUCAS’S POV
The moment we pulled up outside Bergdorf Goodman on Fifth Avenue, I already knew the whispers would follow. Paparazzi had trailed behind us, but they wouldn't dare to step foot inside here. Not with the kind of clientele that came through these doors.
The staff recognised me almost instantly. Their eyes widened, their posture straightened, and then the polite smiles followed naturally. They looked professional, but just a little too eager. Money and reputation had that effect. One of them hurried forward, her voice soft and smooth.
“Welcome Mr Banner, How may we help you today?”
I looked at Elora who was already tugging nervously on the sleeve of her coat. God, she had no idea what she did to me when she acted that shy around me. My lips tilted into a smile, then
