Chapter 272

Cecilia's pov Harper and I were casually browsing the jewelry displays when the entire vibe of the store shifted, like someone had just walked in wearing a title and loaded with a trust fund. Staff scurried around, preparing the VIP lounge as if the Queen herself had RSVP'd. Then I felt it. Someone was watching me. I turned toward the entrance, but I only caught a glimpse of an elegant woman before a sales associate stepped in and blocked my view as he hurried to greet her. "Wait a second... that's her," I muttered, the memory clicking into place. Harper looked up from the diamond earrings she'd been fawning over. "Who?" I leaned in and dropped my voice. "The woman from Mrs. Dahlia's masquerade ball. The one who bailed with us through the window. Remember? The Real VIP?" Harper's eyes lit up. "Oh, her! Where is she?" "Don't bother. She's already in the VIP room." Harper smirked like she'd just spotted a celebrity in sweatpants. "Well, that night was crawling with the rich and ridiculou