May sipped her tea, watching them both. Then, as if a thought hit her, she sat up straighter. “Wait a minute,” she said, her eyes bright. “Neither of you answered me earlier about the modeling job.”
Georgia blinked, caught off guard. She glanced at Lucian, then back at May. “Oh... that.”
May raised a brow. “Yes, that. Don’t think I forgot. You’d look so good in the campaign, Georgia. And Lucian, let’s be honest... you’d make the perfect male model. What do you say?”
Georgia hesitated, looking down at her tea as she tried to hide the slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I don’t know, May. I’m not really... the modeling type.”
Lucian leaned back, his calm gaze meeting May’s. “I’m no model either,” he said, his tone easy but teasing.
Damien grinned wide, setting down his cup. “Oh, her
