Bogdan raises his eyebrows, clearly disbelieving, but he doesn’t argue with me.
Which, as I’m sure he knows, just annoys me all the more.
“Just tell Vlad to accompany her tomorrow,” I say sternly. “And take a full team with him. I don’twant anyone getting to Camila. For all we know, Maxim has eyes on us, too.”
“No one’s getting anywhere near her,” Bogdan assures me. “Just one question, though.”
“Why aren’t I accompanying Camila on this shopping trip?”
I get to my feet and head for the door. “Because,” I say, trying to suppress my smirk, “you talk toomuch.”
“What do you think about this one, Miss Camila?”
I sigh and stare at the cashmere dress that Edith is holding up for me. It’s nothing short of stunning, butI have less than zero interest in trying it on or buying
