Chapter 170: I Don't Know Her

The woman with Arthur walked over to the same rack I was browsing, her perfume hitting me before she did. Up close, she was stunning, tall, slim, skin flawless, features sharp and perfect like she'd stepped out of a magazine. Every little move was elegant, practiced. "Serena, I'm done. Ready to go?" Naomi stepped out of the fitting room, smiling, her voice carrying just enough for him to hear. My stomach dropped. Crap. He knew I was here now. Arthur turned. In three strides, he was in front of me, towering over me like he owned the air I was breathing. His eyes locked on mine, and for a second, something flashed there. Surprise, maybe something else, but I couldn't read it. I froze, every nerve screaming. Should I say hi? No. He'd been clear before: if we ever ran into each other outside, we were strangers. But now we were face-to-face, and the silence was crushing. "Arthur, what do you think of this dress? Does it suit me?" Her voice broke the tension. She'd pulled a dress from the ra