The manager set down the rings with clear impatience and didn't bother hiding her annoyance. "The rings are here. Take them and leave. We've got important guests coming soon—I don't have time to deal with you."
Luke picked up the women's ring and clicked his tongue. "Wow, Selina, you and Logan really don't have great taste. Don't worry, I'll get you something better—way better than this…"
"Are you sure this is the ring I ordered?" Selina suddenly asked.
Luke immediately shut his mouth, confused.
Wait—what? This isn't Selina's ring?
Selina's expression turned cold as she repeated, "I ordered two custom wedding bands from your store. Are you sure this is one of them?"
The manager was clearly fed up. "How am I supposed to know? We made the rings based on the design you gave us. Now you're backing out?"
People nearby began to look over. The manager, already irritated, grew even more short-tempered.
