~Darius's POV~
"Welcome, Mr. Rassais. It's been a while since you last visited us," the staff greets warmly as we step into the boutique. Her professional smile vanishes for a second when her gaze lands on Abigail. "Oh my goodness, Mrs. Rassais, you look stunning."
Abigail offers a polite, restrained smile. The kind that doesn't quite reach her eyes and lets herself be ushered inside.
"We have everything you need. Dresses, pants, shoes, accessories... everything! Hehe." the staff giggles eagerly.
"She prefers something more… elegant," I cut in smoothly, settling onto the couch like I own the place.
I do own the whole mall actually.
The staff's eyes light up. "Ah! I know exactly what to show you." She snaps her fingers and disappears deeper into the boutique with two other assistants trailing behind.
When I glance back at Abigail, she's already looking at me with that part disbelief, part irritation expression.
"What?"
"Elegant?" she echoes, arching a brow.
