Tabitha's POV
Joanna stood behind me, looking curious as I hesitated for a long time.
She shot me a confused look and asked, "Ms. Hartley, anything wrong with these clothes?"
"No, Joanna, the clothes are nice. It's just that they remind me of my past, and it stings a bit," I replied softly, trying to conceal the turmoil in my heart.
Joanna had no clue about the history between Derek and me, so obviously, she couldn't understand how I was feeling right now.
To her, I might have just been an unfortunate lady. But to me, those were unforgettable memories.
"Why don't you pick one for me?" I averted my gaze from those once familiar clothes, which could only make me feel awkward now.
They were a cruel reminder, telling me again and again that I was no longer the carefree Luna, but a woman
