Chapter 5 My little angel

Jane

“You’re lying!” The sales woman immediately argues. “Elise Carrington is one of the wealthiest women in the world. She would never set a foot outside in such drab clothes.”

Glancing down at my jeans and fitted black top, I press my hand to my cheek in faux shock, “How strange!” | exclaim,”I.. was sure I’d worn my ball gown today. I always try to be as uncomfortable as possible when I fly.”

The women’s faces scrunch up in confusion. Clearly they don’t understand sarcasm. “I was traveling today.” | drawl derisively, “I’m rich, not crazy.”

“What you are, is a liar!” The indignant she-wolf accuses, turning towards her colleague with the phone. “Call security right now.”

“As I said, I know what my perfumes smell like, and this is a fake – as is the one you’re wearing.” | add calmly

“That’s not possible!” She objects swiftly. “My boyfriend bought this for me last year, and he spent thousands of dollars.” She eagerly called the security guard over, “Get this liar out of here!”

“Suit yourself.” | scoff, “It’s your funeral.”

“What are you talking about?” She hisses. “What does a lowly bitch like you know about any of this?”

her simply. “Let me guess, your boyfriend bought that bottle here?” Sighing, I remove a travel-sized bottle of perfume from my purse. “This

rare orchids, with basenotes of wolfswood and patchouli.” Exchanging the papers i elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the

sickly shade of green as her sharp wolf nose notes the distinct difference. “A-aconite?” She repeats

my lips, “More commonly known as wolfsbane. Whoever created this counterfeit obviously thought it could only harm you

“No.” She gulps, “…”

One of her colleagues steps forward, the woman clearly possessing more

longer speak, clearly refusing to accept that she’d been fooled, but unable to come up with an

The second saleswoman gasps, “We’ve

get these off

a medical exam right away.” I inform the first woman, adding, “I would also advise washing off the fragrance.” As she runs to the restrooms, 1 turn to her colleague. “And now I’d like

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Eve

tracks. Everyone is in an uproar, and all the La Louve fragrance counters are empty. “What is the meaning of this?!”

I always assumed she must be hideously deformed or something, but the woman in front of me now is anything but. I can only see her back, but a cascade of lustrous golden hair falls down her back and while she’s quite petite, her lithe figure

and my heart stops in

smile and strides forward, extending her hand. “Elise

my stupor, I take her hand. She looks exactly like Jane, but Ethan’s

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