Adrian's P. O. V

A few minutes later

The back exit of Vailors Couture smelled like musk and old dye.

Zain stepped out first, carefully observing the environment. I stood behind him, already dressed in a simple outfit with a cap covering my head.

I left the guard at the front. So Jasmine would believe I was still in the fitting room while I slipped out back with Zain.

But how long could I keep this up?

None of it would be happening if my mother hadn't proposed marriage to the ...