LEON'S POV.
I looked at my dad. It didn't matter that he would go against my wishes. Instead, my dad shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle and walked away from me.
Clara approached me and clapped me on the shoulder. "You're overreacting to your dad, Leon."
I grimaced, rubbed my sore shoulder, but didn't dare say anything. Clara was currently in fierce mode.
As originally planned, we went to the boutique. A waitress greets us kindly because she recognizes who I am.
As Adrian Lucero's only son, I was getting VVIP class service. I wasn't surprised, but Clara seemed a little awkward about this special treatment.
"Please choose the dress you like, Miss," the maid said.
Clara nodded slowly. She seemed to start choosing from a collection of dresses that were hanging neatly. I sat on a pl
