Axel saw me for a couple seconds before breaking our eye contact and continued to talk with the pretty woman in black dress, "Should we go?" Asked Ethan, after wearing his new pair of shoes, The staff handed me a bag for my heels, which I gratefully accepted.
I looked to their side one last time before leaving the place, and I could see Axel had stared at us all along, and once more he broke our eye contact when I saw him. Ethan's hand rested lightly on my back as he guided me, his touch steady and comforting as I limped toward the parking lot.
We didn't exchange a word as we walked. A man in his forties, dressed impeccably, approached and gave a polite nod before taking my bag. He walked ahead, opening the back door of a sleek black BMW—a car model I didn't recognize but could tell was expensive.
The chauffeur held the door open for me. Ethan motioned for me to enter first with a subtle gesture of his hand.
