Riley let out a helpless sigh, making sure her voice carried clearly to everyone nearby.
"Selina, before you buy something, shouldn't you at least consider Logan's preferences? You can't just buy what you like. What if Logan doesn't like it?"
Selina's smile grew sharper, edged with mockery. She gave Riley a long, meaningful glance before turning to the cashier. "Wrap it up. Check out."
The cashier hurriedly nodded. "Of course, please hold on a moment."
But Riley bit her lip and spoke again.
"Selina, are you sure? Last time someone gave Logan clothes that weren't to his taste, he didn't even look at them—just told Butler Miller to throw them out. Why don't you pick something else? I think this one's better."
She pulled out a black suit and handed it confidently to the cashier. "Buy this."
The cashier froze mid-step, hesitating, looking between them.
Selina nearly laughed in exasperation. She couldn't even be bothered to argue. "The trench coat. Pay."
