Sophia’s POV

Alexander nods in response.

The female attendant turns to me, wearing a pleasant smile, “Hello, Miss Sophia.”

“Hello,” I mutter.

“This way, please,” she says, ushering us inside with her hands.

Alexander puts his arm around my waist and takes the first step after the attendant, who leads us somewhere.

Shoppers stop to stare at us; uniformed attendants pause to smile and greet Alexander, then greet me. Our path is cleared faster than I can blink. Heat prickles my ...