At that moment Chloe's face darkened with frustration. Her eyes cut toward the sales attendants with barely concealed contempt. How dare they interrupt her moment? She had come here to make a statement—to crush Valentina beneath her words, to remind her that her place was far below.
But now? That moment was slipping.
Immediately she clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She couldn't make a scene. Not here. Not when everyone was watching.
So, with a forced smile curling on her lips, she turned slowly toward Victoria.
At that moment her expectations shattered the moment she looked at her.
Victoria wasn't standing proud. She wasn't backing her up. She was… hiding.
Her head was lowered, hands clasped tightly in front of her like a schoolgirl who had been caught doing something wrong. Her entire frame screamed discomfort, as though she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
Immediately Chloe's brow twitched.
"Seriously?"
