Lynne's POV:
After wrapping up my tasks, I decided it was time to snag a shirt for Aaron.
The boutique's sales assistant, recognizing me instantly, rushed over with enthusiasm, eager to showcase the latest arrivals.
Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed from inside, "Oh no, my hair!"
The sales assistant and I turned to see two women locked in a fierce, hair-pulling brawl.
A man in a gray suit stood nearby, wildly flailing his arms and shouting, "Stop fighting, stop it, all of you!"
Ha! I couldn't help but chuckle when I realized it was Warren with Cynthia, running into Shirley. What a juicy drama!
Forget the shirt; this was a front-row seat to a live soap opera!
As I approached them, Warren spotted me first, grabbing my arm in desperation, "Lynne, please, help me separate these two lu
