Chapter 135

Morna stood behind the counter of her boutique, arranging the latest collection of fabrics she had just received. The soft chime of the doorbell signaled a customer, and she looked up with a welcoming smile, which quickly faded as she recognized the woman standing in the doorway.

Fraya Wilson, with her impeccable attire and cold demeanor, exuded an air of superiority that made the small space feel even more confined. Morna straightened her posture, preparing herself for what she knew would be an unpleasant encounter.

Fraya’s gaze swept over the boutique, her lips curling into a disdainful sneer. "So, this is where the infamous Morna hides," she said,...