Carlos's POV
Amara coughed several times, her throat still burning from whatever had gone down wrong.
It took her several moments to recover, and when she finally looked up at me, I couldn't hide my amusement at the spectacle she'd just made.
I figured she must think I found her endearing and charming after that little choking incident and the way she'd drained her entire wine glass in one gulp.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she ducked her head bashfully. "I apologize for being so graceless, Mr. Benjamin. I'm nothing like those other Los Angeles women. I grew up in a tiny town where no one teaches you to be refined and fake."
"Is that so? No lessons in proper behavior?" I sneered back at her. "I always assumed someone from a small, traditional town would spend their entire life learning to be a proper lady. Are you certain it's not just a personal failing? Because I've shared countless meals with Grace, and she maintains perfect composure every time."
