— Hello, everyone, — the man said, sitting down in the last free chair. I was quietly dying from shame, staring at my plate. Right now, he will recognize me. A catastrophe.
— Sorry for being late, the meeting was… — gray eyes met mine and dug into my face—…very exhausting.
— All right, brother, enough about business, — Mark smiled at him. — Meet my fiancée. This is Angelina. And this is my older brother Mарат.
— Fiancée, — Mарат repeated thoughtfully, continuing to burn me with his gaze. — Interesting. I was ready to fall through the ground! What a nightmare… Mарат isn’t just my boss—he’s also the groom’s brother. And now we have a secret—one shared by both of us. A very improper secret…