Liora's POV
Selene froze the moment she saw me. Her eyes dragged slowly over my body—from the slit in my dress to the dip of my neckline—lingering far too long.
Her jaw tightened, and the look she gave me could have drawn blood.
"I want that one," she ordered the stylist without breaking eye contact with me. "The exact same dress. Bring it. Now."
The poor stylist blinked. "That gown has already been tailored—"
"It doesn't belong to her," Selene snapped. "She hasn't paid for it. I'll offer ten times the price."
Raya stepped forward, sliding her sunglasses halfway down her nose. "Wow. Stalker and desperate. You're really showcasing your greatest hits today."
Selene shot her a look. "No one was talking to the accessory."
Raya's smile turned sharp, all teeth. "You steal Liora's ex, cop
