As Selina moved toward the dressing room, she caught Isabel waving a sweet, tentative greeting. But the young woman's expression suddenly faltered, her face turning pale as if she'd seen a ghost.
Selina turned to see Sean standing like a frozen statue behind her, his gaze colder and more predatory than she had ever seen it.
When he noticed Selina watching, his expression instantly smoothed into a professional mask.
"Get ready. Don't be distracted," he said firmly.
She only hummed.
At the other side of the dressing area, Sean was personally inspecting the curated wardrobe. He couldn't afford a single mistake—no tampered seams, no accidental stains that might humiliate her on screen.
"Everything is new, exclusive, and authentic," Joe assured him, watching Sean's strict inspection.
"That's how it should stay," Sean muttered, turning the sparkling necklace in his hand sideways.
