Damien’s POV
“Is everything okay, miss?” I asked, though the words didn’t come out kind, they came out sharp, annoyed, like I had already wasted too much time watching her fumble with herself.
The girl... Lila...sat there on the damn chair, struggling with a pair of heels as if it was rocket science. A pair of heels. Jesus Christ.
I adjusted the cuffs of my suit jacket, car keys clinking in my hand. I should’ve been out the door ten minutes ago, but here she was… fussing with straps, biting her lip, pouting like some helpless thing that expected a knight in shining armor to swoop in and fix her shoe.
I leaned against the frame of the door, crossing my arms. “You plan on carrying those on your hand the whole night?”
She looked up at me, her lips curved in that pout again, and to be hon
