Annette stared after Macy, her heels echoing faintly as she walked away from the boutique. There had been a flicker in her own eyes, a slight c***k in her composure. A strange weight in her chest, but she buried it quickly.
No one saw it. No one ever would.
Annette stood still for a while, watching mother as she shopped. Her mother had already stepped into the fitting area, busy snapping instructions at the assistants. Annette tried to ignore the rising fury in her chest, but she wasn’t successful. Without a word, she turned and walked out of the room.
“Macy,” she called coldly.
Macy stopped, turning slowly, visibly tired. “What now?”
Annette folded her arms. “You touched the coat. You should wash it before it is worn.”
Macy blinked, confused. “What?”
“You heard me. You had your han
