Tilly Tallo with a Billionaire
Matteo smirked, placing his arm around Tilly’s shoulder.
Xavier folded his arms across his chest, watching every step she took.
“You’re late,” he said the moment she reached them. He spared no greeting
“I’m sorry—” Aveline panted.
Tilly cut her off with a warm smile. “No need for that. I’m Tilly,” she said, extending her hand. “Xavier’s cousin.”
Aveline accepted the handshake, regaining her composure.
“Matteo,” he said, stepping forward, grasping her hand a little too eagerly. For a second, he just stared. Her skin glowed bronze under the morning sun; her doe eyes sparked curiosity, her curls falling over her face.