"Would you prefer to order your dress online or go pick it out at the store in person?" Dr. Marlowe suddenly asked, her voice soft but carrying a curious edge. The question came while they were still eating, the clinking of silverware against plates filling the otherwise quiet dining room.
Serena put on a frown, her brows knitting together in a show of irritation. It wasn't because of what the woman had asked, but because she noticed something strange had happened to her when the question was posed.
Although Dr. Marlowe was sitting right next to her and spoke in a near-whisper, Serena had heard the words as if they had been shouted directly into her ear. The clarity was jarring, almost unnatural, and it sent a faint shiver down her spine.
"What dress are you talking about?" Serena asked, her voice steady but laced with a hint of suspicion. She decided to use the moment to test her recent observation, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Dr. Marlowe's reaction.
