The look on her father's face was one Ruelle had never seen before. It sat somewhere between rage and confusion, as if he had seen something that refused to make sense in his head.
When her fingers rose to her neck, she felt it sting and realised what had brought the expression. Heat rushed back into her face as she remembered Lucian's lips moments ago. And from the way her father's eyes sharpened there, it seemed he had realised it too.
Without a word, he turned and stormed back into the shop.
"Did you forget something?" Noah asked, one brow lifting when he saw him. But her father didn't answer.
Ruelle followed after him, her pulse thudding louder with every step as he pushed past the waiting room and entered the corridor that led to the changing stalls. He threw open one stall after another, the doors slamming hard against the walls, but there was no one inside except dresses hanging from hooks and folded fabrics left behind.
