LUCIEN
My brows tilted upwards when she immediately bolted to the side. I noticed how she gripped her hands tight, gritted her teeth.
I wanted to laugh, but I folded my hands, and dismissed the artist that was explaining the necklace origins to me. Well, the truth was that I saw her first. From the moment she stepped down that cab wearing a short silk sapphire gown, to the moment she swayed her hips side to side coming towards the gallery. I even saw her pull out her phone, type in a few words, and then dipped it back into her purse.
I turned away, acting like I was engrossed in the stupid history of the necklace. As if. The truth is, I had been, up until the moment I had seen her, and by then, everything had else sounded distant inside my head.
She didn't stop to speak to me, or tur
