Ariana stiffened, her shoulders squaring and her spine straightening, her eyes narrowed, flashing with a hint of irritation. ' This is irritating! I need to get out of here quickly.' She thought.
"No," she snapped, Her voice took on a slightly sharper tone, a defensive edge creeping in. "Simply some new gowns for the boutique. Nothing more."
Cristiano's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through Ariana's elegant facade. 'All dressed up like that? I'm not buying it,' he thought, his mind racing with skepticism.
" Don't play games with me, Ariana." He mumbled inaudibly, a low growl rumbled in his throat, and Ariana could swear his eyes darkened further. His smile vanished completely, replaced by a deep frown.
"For the boutique, you say?" He scoffed, the disbelief evident in his tone. "Isn't that a convenient excuse?" He crossed his arms, his eyes never leaving hers.
