At that moment, a woman Sloane didn’t recognize approached her, carrying a small clothing bag. “Excuse me, are you Sloane…Miss Veyre?”
Sloane raised an eyebrow. “Yes… and you are?”
The woman gave a polite smile, shaking the bag slightly. “I’m from the GS counter. This… is the clothing someone ordered for you.”
The opaque packaging gave nothing away about its contents, and Sloane frowned. “Sorry, I don’t need it.”
The salesgirl’s smile remained polite, though firm. “Madam, the order has already been paid for. It can’t be refunded. Please, do check it.”
Jeremy, standing beside her, instantly leaped to a conclusion. His eyes widened, a mix of suspicion and alarm crossing his small face.
“It’s over! Someone else wants to marry my aunt!”
Before Sloane could protest, he gr
