Cecilia's pov
Harper and I were casually browsing the jewelry displays when the entire vibe of the store shifted, like someone had just walked in wearing a title and loaded with a trust fund.
Staff scurried around, preparing the VIP lounge as if the Queen herself had RSVP'd.
Then I felt it. Someone was watching me.
I turned toward the entrance, but I only caught a glimpse of an elegant woman before a sales associate stepped in and blocked my view as he hurried to greet her.
"Wait a second... that's her," I muttered, the memory clicking into place.
Harper looked up from the diamond earrings she'd been fawning over. "Who?"
I leaned in and dropped my voice. "The woman from Mrs. Dahlia's masquerade ball. The one who bailed with us through the window. Remember? The Real VIP?"
Harper's e
