Leila's POV
The first thing I heard when we stepped into Julia's marble palace was shouting.
Julia's voice. Sharp. Piercing. "Do you enjoy humiliating me, George? Because you're doing a damn good job of it!"
George thundered back, "For the last time, Julia, it was a bad angle. She was struggling at the counter, I helped. That's it!"
Julia barked out a laugh that wasn't remotely funny. "A bad angle? Oh please. They caught you carrying her shopping bags out of Prada. Prada! Do you know how many calls I've had to return this morning? My PR team is exhausted, George!"
I froze mid-step. Oh God.
Luca, unfazed, just kept his hand at the small of my back and nudged me forward like walking into a battlefield was no big deal.
George's eyes flicked to us. His jaw locked. "And you bring her her
