Jake's POV
I looked at her again. Harder this time.
Short hair. Crisp Valentino suit. Dior heels. Something didn’t sit with me right.
Angela loved her hair. She knew I loved it too. She'd never cut it
Besides, the Valentino suit and the designer heels? Angela would never step out in an ensemble like that. She always dressed in the simplest outfits. Picking out non-descript labels to wear around the packhouse. She had never once worn anything brand-name.
This woman, however, was decked out head to toe in luxury brands. She was loud. From head to toe, she was loud.
The Angela I knew wouldn't step into a shop like this. Wouldn't touch fabric this stiff. Wouldn't recognize a brand if it bit her.
Not in a billion years.
Two different people. I was sure of it.
I walked back toward Greg
