Before Selina could say a word, Riley cut in with a smile. "Madam, we're here today to accompany you. How could I possibly leave you alone?"
Then she glanced at Selina, her tone carrying a hidden barb. "Selina, if you're too impatient to keep an elder company, why don't you go browse on your own? I'll take care of the madam."
The words were sharp, and everyone present could hear exactly what Riley was implying.
Selina only chuckled lightly, not even sparing Riley a glance. She turned warmly to the old lady. "Grandma, I noticed there's a men's section over there. I'll go pick out a couple of things for Logan."
The old lady smiled kindly. "Yes, yes, that's just right. Go buy Logan some clothes. Go on."
But Riley, feigning casualness, interjected, "Buying clothes for Logan? Selina, you do know he only wears custom-tailored pieces. These mass-produced things in the mall aren't really his style. You don't need to waste your time."
