Seraphina's POV
"How about you take pictures with Alicia?" he suggested.
"No. I want the three of us."
"No," he refused coldly. "If you want pictures, you can take them with her. Don't involve me."
Oh, so that's how he wanted to play it?
Fine.
I crossed my arms and looked at him with the sweetest, most innocent expression I could manage. "Okay then. How about I go outside and find some random man who can pretend to be my husband and Alicia's father? We can take nice family pictures together. I'm sure there are plenty of men here who wouldn't mind—"
"What?!" Adrian's expression shifted instantly from cold indifference to outrage.
"Well, you don't want to take pictures with us," I said with a shrug. "So I'll just find someone else who will. There was that nice-looking man at the ticket booth. Or maybe that father over there with his kids—he seems friendly. I'm sure any of them would be happy to—"
