When Bella and Leo finally stepped out of the changing room, it looked as if two entirely different people had entered the store.
Leo walked out calm and composed, not a crease in his shirt, not a strand of hair out of place. He looked like he had simply checked the fit of a suit and discussed business inside, his expression elegant and indifferent, untouched by anything that might have happened behind the door.
Bella, however…
Bella was dying inside.
Her cheeks were so red they could have melted the floor tiles. Her eyes kept darting anywhere except toward Leo. She tried to fix her hair, but her hands were shaking so much that she only made it worse. She could barely walk in a straight line. All she wanted was to crawl into a hole and cover it with cement.
And as if fate wanted to ruin her further…
