The dining room doors burst open without warning, and Julian strolled in like he owned the place. He was wearing an impeccably tailored dinner jacket with what looked like actual royal decorations pinned to the lapel, and his hair was perfectly tousled in that effortless way that probably took an hour to achieve.
“Victoria! Alexander!” His voice carried across the room with theatrical warmth. “How lovely to see you both. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”
“Julian,” Alexander’s voice was ice-cold. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking on my fiancée, of course.” Julian’s grin was pure mischief as he moved toward our table. “We can’t have her dining with strange families without proper supervision.”
Victoria’s wine glass paused halfway to her lips. “Fiancée?”
“Oh, didn’t
