Grace, standing in front of the mirror, froze at the sound of that familiar voice. Her face paled, and she stiffened on the spot. Could it really be this much of a coincidence? Of all places, they had to run into each other here?
Grace was suddenly overwhelmed with panic, and she instinctively wanted to bolt into the dressing room to hide. But before she could move, the man outside had already strode in.
Despite the bitter cold, he was dressed surprisingly lightly. His sleek black suit was half-open, revealing a thin shirt underneath. Just one look sent a shiver down her spine. "I'll take this one. Pack it up for me," he said with an air of entitlement.
"But, sir, that's not really appropriate..." the salesperson hesitated.
"If I want something, it's mine. End of story," he shot back.
