Lila
"Your friends aren’t coming?" Julian asked as he leaned casually against the wall, watching me work on my laptop in the living room.
"They’re busy. Maybe next week," I replied with a small smile, my eyes glued to the screen.
He ran a hand through his hair, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. I arched a brow, silently demanding he spill whatever he was hiding.
"I brought back a few dresses and some other things from my trip," he said, gesturing toward my room, where he must have kept the bags like the last time. He travelled almost every other day and bought me already a lot of things.
I sighed dramatically, shaking my head. "Julian, I told you not to buy me anything!"
"They were too pretty to leave behind," he said with a sheepish grin. "And I figured the prettiest woman I
