Grace's POV
I held my breath as Carlos approached, stopping directly in front of me. That wickedly charming smile spread across his face—the one that made women everywhere lose their minds over him.
"You didn't mention your sister was here, Grace," Carlos said, his gaze shifting toward Amara, who sat frozen, gawking at the ridiculously attractive man before her.
"Why... why are you here?" I stammered.
"We had lunch plans, remember? I've been waiting for you at the corner table. Don't worry, I already ordered your usual," Carlos replied, his attention returning to me.
I couldn't figure out what Carlos was playing at. I'd explicitly told him to leave after he dropped me at the bank earlier.
Either this was some impossible coincidence, or he'd been following me this entire time.
But that wasn't my biggest problem right now.
