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I turned toward the sound, spotting a young, stylish woman approaching.

She wore a tight gray dress and a bright white smile.

But her eyes?

They looked past me.

Did a double take on Hassani and hadn’t lost focus.

When I turned, I saw him focused on his phone, typing as he walked up behind me.

I inhaled sharply.

I already knew how this was going to go.

“Welcome to Verana Interiors.” Her tone was bright, sugary, but her eyes were still locked on my husband. “I’m Mia, a sales associate here.” Her voice practically purred. “And you are?”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Here we go.

Some women flirted subtly.

Mia?

She might as well have thrown her phone number at Hassani’s feet and waited for him to pick it up.

She hadn’t even looked at me yet.

I released a soft scoffing laugh. “Hi, Mia. I’m Ayla.”

My voice was firm, patient.

I waited until she finally met my eyes, before adding, “Nice to meet you, Mia.”

She smiled sweetly.

Her attention flicked back to Hassani before snapping back to me.

“Pleasure.” She cleared her throat. “What can I help you with today?”

I inhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm.

Between Hassani being distracted by his phone. Mia being too distracted by my husband… I was being tested.

Still, I answered smoothly. “My husband and I are here to browse furniture for our living room.”

I took a slight step back, my elbow discreetly nudging Hassani’s ribs.

His head jerked up from his phone.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, blinking. “Furniture for the living room.”

Mia’s smile widened instantly.

The moment Hassani made eye contact with her, she practically glowed.

“Excellent.” She giggled.

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