"This worker dares to insult our lady, Sir Jarr! She refused to provide service, assuming we can't afford to pay!" Rafe complained to Alex.
The knight's hazel eyes bore into the boutique worker with an intense look. Sensing the weight of his gaze, she involuntarily took a few steps back, feeling a surge of intimidation wash over her.
Right before the boutique worker could say anything, the gentle ringing of the bell interrupted the tense silence as the door swung open.
A slender lady, accompanied by her personal maid, graced the boutique's entrance with an air of elegance. Her flowing dress bespoke timeless extravagance, marking her as one of the noble ladies. As her presence exuded calmness, the boutique worker hastened towards her, seeking refuge and assistance.
