AMANDA’S POV
A wave of nausea washed over me as I greeted Sadie, forcing me to clutch the counter for a moment. My facade of human frailty seemed more necessary than ever these days. "Good morning, Sadie. Feeling a bit under the weather today, I'm afraid."
Sadie's brow furrowed in concern. "Oh no, Amanda! Are you sure you're alright? Maybe you should take a day off?"
I shook my head, forcing a smile. "No, no, just a bit of fatigue. Nothing a cup of coffee can't fix." The truth was, fatigue was the least of my worries.
"Actually," I continued, my voice carefully neutral, "there's something I need to discuss. That red dress I reserved… perhaps it would be best to offer it to the woman who was interested yesterday."
Sadie's eyes widened. "The woman with the… demanding fiance? Are you sur
