That morning, the air felt crisp and warm. Liv walked slowly along the stone pathway, Annie and Mira trailing respectfully behind her. To her left, Lucas walked with a steady pace, back straight, expression firm, exactly as expected from the newly appointed personal guard assigned by Jay.
Ever since nausea and dizziness started bothering her frequently, Jay insisted she shouldn't go anywhere without someone he trusted. And because Lucas was the only man she didn't feel physically uncomfortable around, the role became his.
Liv paused in front of a boutique with tall glass windows.
"This one," she murmured.
Annie quickly stepped forward to open the door.
Liv entered, wanting to browse dresses at her own pace. She could have easily summoned a designer to the mansion, but today, she wanted fresh air, movement, and a distraction.
One boutique passed. Then the second.
But at the third, Liv froze.
Standing near a rack of emerald silk gowns was a man from her past.
Andrey.
