"Fiancée…" she repeated with a smile.
A fox! I confirmed it immediately in my head. How else could someone smile so sweetly while saying something so provocative? Who introduces herself as an ex-fiancée in front of someone's wife and still looks like she's posing for a portrait?
My eyes narrowed as I studied her carefully. Golden hair, perfect curls, voice dripping with honey—classic fox behavior. I tilted my head slightly, trying to peek behind her. "There must be at least seven tails back there… tchh."
Lucian's low voice came from beside me. "Celeste."
"What? I'm just confirming something."
The woman tilted her head, golden hair glinting like liquid sunlight under the glowing mall lights. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her tone syrupy-smooth.
I straightened at once. "Oh, nothing! I was just wondering how you manage to stand so perfectly still. You know… Foxes with their seven—"
Her brows lifted delicately. "Foxes?"
