After selecting the shoes and paying, she planned to browse some more before leaving, only to unexpectedly encounter someone she thought she wouldn't easily see again.
The woman she had slapped yesterday was now sitting on a bench trying on shoes.
Their eyes met unexpectedly, each harboring their own dislike for the other.
Abigail Hemsworth glanced at the shoes she was trying on—a pair of crystal-strapped sandals.
Seeing her, Salma Lula's expression instantly darkened. She stood up and walked to the full-length mirror to see the shoes on her feet.
"You don't usually come out shopping. What are you doing here?"
Not usually fond of shopping?
It was evidently directed at Abigail Hemsworth.
Abigail stopped, crossed her arms, and turned around casually, looking at Salma through the mirror.
"Followed you here."
Salma raised her head, also looking at her through the mirror.
Abigail chuckled softly, "Isn't that what you're thinking?"
Salma frowned.
