ELARA'S POV
I should have stayed home.
That was the first thought running through my head as I stepped out of the black car in front of one of London’s most expensive designer boutiques.
The building practically screamed wealth.
Tall glass windows.
Gold detailing.
Mannequins dressed in gowns worth more than my monthly rent from years ago.
I folded my arms tighter across my chest as the driver opened the door for me.
“Mr. Kane said to take as much time as you need, Mrs. Kane.”
That title again.
Still strange.
“Thank you,” I said quietly before stepping inside.
Warm air immediately wrapped around me alongside the scent of expensive perfume and polished marble.
A woman dressed entirely in black approached with a professional smile.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Kane.”
Back.
Right.
Dom
