ARIANA
Shocked, was an understatement for what I felt when the car pulled to a stop, just a few poles from the restaurant. I turned to the side, and gasped when Gabriel pulled on his sunglasses and motioned towards the boutique next to us.
“Your clothes are not proper right? Let’s get something for you.” He rumbled, and then before I could even say anything h either in agreement or disagreement, pushed the car door open and gestured for me to give him my hand.
“Gab_” I tried, rooted to my seat as I didn’t want to leave the car, but he gave me a stern look.
“How do you want the headlines tomorrow, princess? Fernandez bride thrown over her husband’s shoulder while being shepherded to a boutique? Or…Livingston heiress being forced to the boutique by her impeccably dressed and handsome as
