Leila
The harrison estate was gated. The security suddenly became extra. In every crook and corner of the house there were men parading the rooms, communicating with themselves.
I was led to a different room this time. It wasn't the room with the large mirror. It was a different room. The blinds were dark and the hallways were dimly lit.
The room shimmered under a golden chandelier. I opened the wardrobe and was met with a luxury collection. Tailored clothes, soft fabrics, and perfectly arranged pieces.
“Who’s this for?”
A voice came behind me.
“It’s all yours,” Said James.
He moved in the room deeper, his masculine aura following him everywhere that i was irritated how good he looked in his black sweats.
“It’s for the events we are having in Edinburgh but after the wedding, we ar
