CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cassandra hadn’t been to this store. Someone had purchased her and Eric a present from here. She remembered the box, but she couldn’t remember what had been inside. That time was such a blur, except for the overwhelming emotions.
Tonight, she noticed this place smelled like money.
Her stomach clenched. She didn’t want to be here.
This wasn’t where she would shop. Not ever. She much preferred discount stores, but she had a sinking feeling this was exactly the kind of place where Troy would register when he got engaged for real. She didn’t blame him for that based on what he wanted out of life.
As they rode the escalator to the third floor, she glimpsed his reflection in the mirrors to her left.
Dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, Troy looked like a successful businessman.
