Mira's POV
I stood outside of Primark clutching my bag as my new gown fluttered in the wind.
“Miss.”
I turned back to see the cab driver who had driven me here, he was about to leave when he just stopped and pulled the window down.
“Sorry Miss, but I hope you have someone inside or someone to call. Primark doesn't just let anyone in – pretty high class restaurant.”
I frowned at the words, my mind already setting in the bits and pieces of whatever it was that was going on. If my divorce with Luke wasn't so high profile, then I would have had complete access.
But with my family feud, ongoing divorce and tragic track record of bringing unwanted drama to places. It was safe to say that I couldn't enter myself.
Yet that wasn't a problem as I flipped open my phone and texted Chloe with
