Isla's POV
"Just a minute, Liam!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls as I tightened Killian’s tie knot.
Beta Liam was already pacing somewhere outside the door.
Killian scoffed. “Why does he get here so early? He doesn’t even live here.”
I tugged the tie sharply, earning a grunt. “Because unlike someone, he actually respects time.”
He smirked, eyes dropping to me. “You should advise him to forfeit his bachelor degree, Isla. A man his age shouldn’t be this lonely. He needs a woman who’ll pin him down and make him apologize to me every morning for being late. Might fix his attitude.”
“You’re one to talk,” I said, dusting off his suit lapel. “Look at the pot calling the kettle black. Both of you are like twin fossils who think work is a wife. Honestly, if the Moon Goddess ever
