Avara POV
"I mean, really," Kelsey drags out with a disgusted drawl. "To have someone to cut up your meat slices like a toddler. At that point they must as well spoon feed him."
A laugh jostles me forward and I veer into Kelsey, knocking her off course.
"If only you walked as straight as you are."
My smile snaps into a terse line before I push her away playfully and she draws back with a humoured grin. She sidles my flank again as we walk through the corridor on our way back from a dinner fraught with tension, devoid of even small talk just the sound of metal scraping against mineral plates.
"So how many billionaires are they inviting to this fake wedding—but most importantly, how many of them have sons that are single?"
My shoulder clips into her own reproachfully and she responds with a half-amused look.
"What, you have two of them locked in? You want to keep them all for yourself?"
