Ezra
“How are you feeling?” I ask Amelia as I stare into her brown eyes while holding the sides of her face.
“Better,” she responds.
“Aww,” I hear someone say and look up to see the entire salon staring at us.
“Uh, hi,” I chuckle as Amelia turns to a woman sitting in a chair.
The woman is sitting there wide-eyed, looking at Amelia, “He’s your boyfriend?” She asks.
Amelia nods, “Yes.”
“No,” the woman shakes her head. “You must have paid him.”
“Why would I pay a billionaire?” Amelia scoffs.
“That’s really her boyfriend,” Kylie speaks up.
Having no idea what’s going on, I just smile and wave. I clasp Amelia’s hand, “Can we go somewhere?” I ask in her ear.
“Sure,” She nods and turns to her friend, “Thanks for the touch-up, Ernesto. Do I owe you anything?”
“You know what you owe me
