"Blake!" Grace's eyes were glued to him again.
"Pick your poison: call the police or check the cameras," Blake said, his tone icy.
I immediately stood by his side, feeling like Blake was my shield.
But there was a part of me that felt uneasy. After all, Blake and I were just in a contractual relationship. Sure, he could back me up once or twice, but what if this continued?
The shop assistant seemed to notice Blake's designer clothes and quickly changed her attitude, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, sorry, I must have been mistaken."
"If you were mistaken, then apologize—to her, not to me."
The shop assistant hesitated, clearly reluctant, as if she were being forced to do something horrible. "I apologize. It was our mistake."
"A mistake?" Grace snapped out of her daze, suddenly scream
