“Seriously, grandma?” I hissed upon sighting the banner on the shop. “Don't tell me this is where we are going?.” I asked, pointing my hand towards the small shop that stood alone, surrounded by bushes and grasses.

“Yes, my dear. This is the place.” My grandmother nodded, smiling.

Layla's jaw dropped.

I turned back to enter the car. “You have no choice, Alex. Unless you want me to throw your wife out by the end of the year.” She threatened.

“Shit!” I kicked the car, hurting my foot. “Ouch,” I winced.

“Sorry, dear.” Layla said, patting my back.

“But Emilia, we are public figures. What if someone takes our pictures...