Lila’s POV
I stand in the middle of a private salon, the door clicking shut behind me. The space feels unreal—tall gilded mirrors stretch across the walls, reflecting soft golden light from delicate chandeliers above. Velvet chairs, sleek marble counters, and the faint scent of lavender and warm vanilla fill the air. Everything gleams. Everything whispers money. I blink slowly. This… this is a salon?
I turn back in shock. Lior’s leaning casually beside me, smiling as a tall man with a well-trimmed beard and confident steps walks toward us.
“I thought you said we were going for an important meeting,” I whisper to him, brows raised.
He glances down at me, makes that ridiculous clicking sound with his teeth, then grins. “And we’re right at the venue.” He winks.
I scoff. I actually though
