IVAN SMITH
Stela entered the fitting room immediately, so I met her, trying to say something before she assumed the worst.
"Stela, darling, what brings you here? I thought you were at home," I tried to speak softly, but from the look on her face, she didn't like what I said at all.
"What a coincidence, love."
It was the first time she called me "love," but I didn't want it to be under these circumstances. I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
She looked at me with an intimidating stare and said, "I thought you were at the office, buried in work, as you told me you would be. I certainly didn't expect to find you here shopping—let alone with company,"
I knew it wouldn't be easy to explain myself this time because even I couldn't believe I'd fallen for such an old scam.
"I got my clot
