Eileen wasn't one to relish in drama, yet as she was about to continue her inquiry with Cook, she heard a timid apology emanating from afar: "I'm sorry!"

At the sound of the voice, Eileen furrowed her brow.

It wasn't Sheila's voice; then whose could it be?

She rose from her seat, tracing the direction of the sound.

Before long, she spotted Sheila standing by the fitting room door, hair disheveled, clutching onto a garment.

Opposite her, a woman stood, glaring at Sheila with indignation, akin to a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Behind the woman stood a tall, elegant woman with striking features.

Eileen recognized her instantly....