Amara Cross POV
"Are you stupid or what? Don’t you understand inheritance? My mom is a blonde British woman, and that’s why I got my skin color from her."
Max lazily rested his arms on the wooden table, looking at me with clear mockery, his eyebrows furrowed in teasing amusement, while his eyes sparkled with a provocative glint.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I blushed, embarrassed at my slow realization. I lowered my gaze to watch dust particles dance in the sunlight for a moment, then straightened up, trying to regain my composure, while Layla had already settled into her seat across from me.
Layla spoke in a playful tone, raising her hand to catch his attention: "Max, I want a chocolate crepe, and don’t skimp on the chocolate, and a cup of cappuccino..."
She turned to me and added, "And
