“Haven't we met?”
Jasmine’s pulse quickened as Olivia studied her.
Would she remember?
Would she call her out for their last encounter? Olivia hadn’t exactly been the easiest customer back then, and Jasmine had definitely lost patience with her attitude.
Just as Olivia’s lips parted, about to say something but then another voice called out interrupting.
“Miss Jasmine?”
Jasmine turned to see a retreat staff member standing a few feet away. She looked tensed.
She frowned, quickly pushing back the nerves. Olivia eyes darted.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s urgent.”
Jasmine glanced at Georgia, who raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. She then looked back at the staff, nodding. “Alright.”
With an apologetic glance at Olivia and the others, she stood and followed the staff me
