Elena’s POV
My lungs locked the moment I heard his name. Philip Authur.
For a second, I thought my ears were lying to me. Even the guard froze, clearly caught off guard.
“M-Mr. Arthur," he stammered, straightening at once. “Of course. You’re welcome inside. But this woman isn't permitted to enter the ...”
Philip didn’t even let him finish. “Since when do I need permission to choose who walks in with me?”
The guard paled. “No, sir. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Good,” Philip cut in flatly. “Because Lady Bella and her husband practically begged me to attend this circus. And if you annoy me now, I’ll happily turn around and leave.”
That did it. The guard stepped back immediately, nodding too fast, already pressing his mic as he hurried inside. No doubt he was warning Bel
