There was only one reason Ashley wouldn't ask Lucian if she looked pretty. His answer would be the same whether she was wearing rags or an expensive designer dress. He was practically her validation machine.
On their way, she paused as she thought about something.
"Lucian, now that I think about it, I haven't asked you—" she halted, turning her head to the side, only to see him already staring at her.
Or rather, his eyes had never left her.
Lucian's composure remained intact, calm as if nothing could break it. His lashes lowered ever so slightly, intrigue evident in his gaze as he tilted his head.
"Haven't asked me what?" came his low voice, stunning her for a brief second.
When she arrived in the lobby earlier, he had been the first person she saw. This man simply stood out too much — and for many reasons, the sight of him had validated Reina's advice days ago.
Standing next to him truly had a way of boosting one's confidence.
