"Is everything okay, Mr. Gray… Miss Whitmore?"
The sudden voice jolted them both. The manager had stepped into the room, only to freeze as her gaze landed on them. Her eyes widened before she spun around, flustered.
"Ahem, I'm sorry for the interruption, Mr. Gray," she stammered, inching toward the door. "I'll wait right outside. Just call me if you need anything."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the room in an awkward silence.
Emma blinked, still caught in the moment as Leon let out a low chuckle, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Looks like the universe isn't on our side today," he teased softly, his voice carrying an edge of regret.
Emma held her cheeks, trying to cool the lingering warmth, and said with a small, wry smile, "Well… the universe was never really on my side, was it?"
She glanced at Leon, her eyebrows raised, her lips pressed into a thin line. "So, I guess I'll just go with this dress."
