Meanwhile, back in the mansion, Serena pushed herself off the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she tried to shake off the lingering frustration from her earlier encounter with Lucian. She proceeded to get ready for another round of shopping, her mind already racing with thoughts of what she might need for the upcoming gala.
She would have just ordered a dress online, but after one particularly disastrous experience with an online vendor—where the dress arrived two sizes too small and a completely different color than advertised—she decided against it. Especially since the occasion she needed the dress for was taking place the next day. There was no room for errors this time.
Also, she wanted to leave the house. Staying in only made her think about the infuriating jerk of a husband who owned the place. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind her of him. She needed a break, even if it was just for a few hours.
