Artemis’ POV
I drummed my fingers impatiently on my desk, glancing periodically at the security feed on my tab from Rose Boutique, anxiously waiting for Ella's arrival.
I had sent James to escort her, knowing full well that she might resist.
Ella could be pretty stubborn and infuriating. Why did she insist on making things difficult whenever I tried to do something nice for her? A lot of women would die to be in her shoes right now, but Ella always balked at my gestures.
It puzzled she always rejected my offers to help her. Whether it was taking her out to lunch or offering to buy her a dress, she inevitably pushed back, as if accepting kindness was some unbearable burden.
The boutique’s cameras displayed attendants and customers milling about, but there was still no sign of Ella.
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