Chapter 408 – Priority
"I don't wait," she said, already walking off, her skirt slicing the air like a guillotine. "I'll browse. Maybe pick a fight. Mortals are so delightfully fragile."
"Try not to cause an international incident."
"No promises."
Lux ran a hand through his hair and veered toward the men's section, muttering, "Let's see if I can find a jacket that screams 'don't mess with my chaotic harem.'"
Meanwhile, Ariel stood frozen as three stylists danced around her with fabrics.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum out of sync with her body. Her breath came fast. Too fast.
She'd never done this before.
Never been the center of attention. Never had people complimenting her bone structure. Never had hands fluttering around her like she was something rare and precious.
Her body tensed every time someone reached to measure her waist or brush her shoulder.
But she didn't flinch.
Not visibly.
