Savannah
Sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the luxury boutique as I stood beside a rack of designer dresses, searching for something elegant but simple to wear for a dinner event with Xavier.
I had narrowed it down to two options, scanning the room as if hoping something better would magically appear. I didn’t want to wear any of Sasha’s clothes, especially not the ones Gregory had likely picked out. And I didn’t own anything close to this level of expensive.
Just as I reached for a blue dress, my gaze froze on a figure at the far end of the store.
Tatiana.
She stood alone, browsing silently near a display. I walked toward her. She didn’t notice me until she looked up. Her expression shifted from neutral to guarded.
She placed the dress back on the rack and then turn
