Emily stared at Lucian—his clothing, his wristwatch, his polished shoes, his neatly styled hair, and even the car, all screamed of wealth.
Every detail about him exuded authority and sophistication. She drew in a deep, shaky breath.
How can they show up like this? A sleek luxury car, a man in a pristine suit… they'd be devoured before they even stepped inside.
But how could she convince him to change? And change into what, exactly?
Her fingers clenched tightly on her lap as panic coursed through her veins.
She could already picture the scene: the smug, greedy looks on their faces, the way they'd size up Lucian, their eyes calculating, their expectations multiplying by the second.
And if they saw his expensive suit, the luxury car, the sheer presence he carried, they would never let her live in peace again.
She turned her head slightly toward Lucian, lowering her voice into a desperate whisper. "You can't go like this. If they see you like this, they'll never stop."
