They stepped into one of Paris’ most exclusive boutiques. Bella still hadn’t said a word to Lucian, and the silence was beginning to irritate him. She didn’t even respond to the simplest questions, as if she had deliberately turned mute.“Bonjour, belles dames et messieurs, welcome to Velvet Sovereign,” a man greeted cheerfully, bowing slightly.Maria smiled at Bella. “He’s greeting us,” she whispered.Bella merely nodded. “I know. I took French in high school, so I can understand most of it,” she replied quietly.“Can we get on with this?” Lucian muttered, already visibly annoyed by the boutique’s lively ambiance. Shopping trips like these were far below his patience threshold.“Come, my cherries,” the man said, taking Maria’s hand. “I have the perfect dress for you.” He guided them toward the women’s section.“Sir, you may come with me to the men’s section, or would you like to shop with the ladies?” a sales assistant asked politely.“I’ll join the ladies,” Adrian said immediately,
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