*Noah's POV*
Bianca's smile turns predatory as she reaches for Marcus's leather bag.
"This is Marcus's bag," she announces, holding it up like a trophy. "A very simple question for you, Noah."
She sets the bag on the table between us.
"What brand is this bag?"
The Louis Vuitton monogram is practically screaming at me. The distinctive brown and gold pattern is unmistakable. Any person who's walked past a luxury store would recognize it instantly.
This is her big test? This is supposed to determine my intelligence?
I stare at the bag for a long moment, fighting back laughter.
"Well?" Bianca prompts, her voice dripping with fake encouragement. "Take your time."
Marcus leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show.
"It's a classic design," he offers helpfully. "Very popular among people who appreciate luxury."
Scarlett shifts uncomfortably beside me. "Bianca, this seems a bit—"
"Let him answer," Bianca cuts her off. "It's a simple question."
