(Rosalie's POV)
The whispers from the nearby table weren't exactly subtle.
"But seriously, look at him. That man is a walking hormone. A total DILF."
"He is literally my dream guy..."
My cheeks burned. I wanted to sink into the floor tiles.
Beside me, Alexander stood like a statue carved from ice, his expression unreadable. He ignored the adoration as easily as he ignored traffic laws. His handsome face remained perfectly indifferent.
I opened my mouth to suggest I wait outside, but Sienna was faster. She grabbed my hand.
"Rosalie, look! The raspberry tart! And the chocolate mousse! They look amazing!"
She dragged me to the glass display case.
Sienna ordered with the confidence of a seasoned food critic. "One strawberry shortcake for me. And pack a matcha mille crêpe for Mommy."
