Liam's brain caught up a second later.
'Wait. She's not Elsa.'
His eyes moved over her face, taking in the features he'd seen at dinner just an hour ago.
The same white hair, yes, but the face was different. Older. More refined. The cheekbones sharper, the eyes holding a maturity that Elsa's didn't have yet.
Diana.
Elsa's mom.
His hand was still on her ass.
'Okay. Okay. I'm screwed.'
But he wasn't panicking. Not completely.
His heart was racing, sure, adrenaline flooding his system, but his mind was still working, still processing. He'd been in worse situations. Probably. Maybe.
Diana's eyes were locked on his, wide and shocked, her lips parted slightly as she tried to process what was happening. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing quick and shallow.
Then she spoke, her voice shaky, barely above a whisper.
"Liam... what are you doing?"
