#Chapter 11: Rude

Mia's POV The word "wife" hung heavy in the air, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a prickle of something… unexpected. Was it satisfaction? “Oh, I'll grab a few things that will look lovely on her!” She bustled around the store, fetching dresses with a sense of urgency. When she attempted to enlist Katie's help in retrieving a particularly elaborate gown from the back storeroom, Albert surprised me again. "No need," he said curtly, his gaze fixed on Selina. "My wife's friend can stay here and keep us company. Consider her a customer as well." Selina's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features before she schooled her expression back into saccharine sweetness. "Of course," she simpered. "As you wish." With a curt nod, Albert gestured for Katie to sit beside him on a plush velvet sofa. "That was cool," Katie said, nudging Albert. He laughed. "I hate people like that. Scraping and bowing for people they think they can get