Liora’s POV
I was still trying to calm my heartbeat as we stepped out of the boutique. The garment bag hung over Ezra’s arm with effortless elegance, while I felt like I had just walked through a dream I had no business experiencing. Ezra did not speak at first, and neither did I. The silence between us was not heavy, yet it thrummed with an energy I did not fully understand.
Once we reached the car, he opened the door for me, and I settled inside, clutching my handbag as if it were the only stable thing left in my life. When the door closed and the driver pulled away, Ezra turned slightly in his seat and looked at me.
“Liora,” he said calmly. “There is something else I need to explain.”
I nodded, bracing myself.
“At events like this,” he continued, “a companion has a role. It is not
