Jasmine's POV
The moment I stepped into the lobby, I regretted wearing the dress.
Eyes followed me. Not the casual glances I usually received, but outright stares. Whispers rippled through the reception area and I just didn't f*****g get it. A group of junior employees near the coffee station stopped mid-conversation to gawk. Even the security guard did a double take.
I kept my head down and walked faster, clutching my bag like a shield. This was exactly the kind of attention I didn't need. Not when I was trying to maintain a low profile, not when I was supposed to be focusing on my career and my carefully constructed revenge plot.
Not when I was married to a man who would lose his mind if he knew another alpha had sent me something this expensive.
The elevator doors couldn't open fa
