Blinded Love
Kendra kicked off her six-inch designer heels the moment the penthouse doors closed behind them, letting them clatter loudly against the marble floor. She was holding her tablet, her eyes locked on the screen with a smug, victorious grin.
"Look at this, darling!" Kendra squealed, holding the screen up to Julian's face. "The Monaco daily print caught us by the harbor. They called me a 'mysterious, classic American beauty.' They didn't even mention that boring socialite crowd from last night."