The woman in purple looked shocked and embarrassed when she saw who was standing before her. Naomi Shaw glanced at Julian Donovan; his face was a mask of fury and pain. Lowering her gaze, she saw that his hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, the veins on their backs bulging with anger. Her heart aching, she reached out and placed her hand over his.
After a moment of awkwardness, the woman in purple averted her gaze, took the arm of the middle-aged woman beside her, and tried to leave. The other woman, however, deliberately stopped, pulling the woman in purple into a possessive embrace. A mocking smile spread across her face as she looked at Julian Donovan and spoke.
"Julian Donovan? You ruined my plans, you little brat. I haven't even settled the score with you, and here you are, delivering yourself to my doorstep!"
Yes, the middle-aged woman was Wendy Lowe, and the "plans" she mentioned referred to the time Julian Donovan had saved Ian Shaw.
