Carly did not even wait for me to say anything.
The moment the manager bowed again and left, she turned to face me with a panicked gaze. With a wide but strained grin on her face, she gestured for us to follow her deeper into the boutique.
“Th-this way, Mrs. Viscount,” she stammers, her words wobbling as fear filled her tone,
She was pale, too pale. And the fear I could smell rolling off her was getting worse with every second more I spent in her company.
Sylvia walked closer towards me and nudged me with her elbows with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “Girl,” she whispered, ‘You just changed her entire personality.”
I bit back a chuckle, and nodded.
Carly leads us deeper and deeper into the boutique until we passed through velvet curtains that demarcated the m
