"Of course, ma'am. Please, this way." The red-haired one gracefully led her toward the designer dress section, while the other two discreetly slipped away to arrange refreshments.
The salesgirl gestured toward a dazzling array of dresses. "These are our newest arrivals—"
But Tania wasn't listening. Her eyes had drifted past the mannequins and clothing racks, landing on a familiar figure across the store.
Anne.
A sharp, fiery resentment ignited in her chest. The sting of Denis's cold, humiliating words came rushing back, tightening around her like a vice. Her plan to drive Anne out of Denis's life had failed, and frustration clawed at her composure.
But so what if it hadn't worked? There were always other ways - ways to put Anne in her place.
Her lips curled into a sneer as she muttered, "Why do they let people of such low status enter this shop? It's a disgrace."
