Daniel’s POV
My memory flushed of Serena’s cheeks in Cartier, her awe at the glittering displays, clashed with the saleswoman’s disrespectful dismissal in Chanel. That b***h’s faint sneer, the way she’d slid the pink flap bag away from Serena like she was some thief, had lit a fuse in me.
Serena might brush it off, but I wasn’t letting it slide. Nobody disrespected her, not on my watch. Her footsteps hurried behind me, her voice rising, “Daniel, stop! It’s not worth it!” But I ignored her, my jaw tight, the Cartier bag swinging in my hand as I pushed through the store’s glass doors.
The air inside Chanel was cool, sterile, the scent of leather and wealth heavy. The saleswoman stood behind the counter, her eyes narrowing as I approached, clearly annoyed at my return. Serena hovered behi
