Isabella’s POV
I walked straight to the counter where the same attendant from earlier spotted me immediately.
“Ah, signorina! You forgot this,” she said cheerfully, lifting the small wrapped box.
I exhaled, smiling in relief. “Thank you. I knew I was missing something.”
She handed it to me, but just as I reached for it, I noticed something in her eyes— a flicker of nervousness. Like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
I frowned slightly. “Is something wrong?”
The attendant’s lips parted, then quickly curved back into a polite smile. “No, no… enjoy your dress.”
Weird.
I clutched the bag and turned to leave, but a shiver ran down my back. The mall suddenly felt too quiet. The buzz of shoppers I heard when I came in had dulled, and the air seemed heavier, as if eyes were on me.
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