Chapter 46
Viona's POV
The air inside the boutique was thick enough to cut with a knife.
My fingers still held the sleeve of the sleek leather jacket, my grip loose but firm - the kind of hold that said I wasn't letting go unless I wanted to. Across from me, Sally's manicured hand clung to the other side like a vise, her glossy lips pursed in feigned politeness.
Emily stood a step behind, watching the tension coil tighter by the second. She knew her role - guide, translator of local customs, occasional photographer for visiting clients - but nowhere in her job description did it say step into a fight between an heiress and a client who might be your first decent tip in weeks.
"This is absurd," Sally said, her tone sugar-laced but sharp. "I told you, I'm buying this jacket."
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