Leslie's heart thundered against her chest as she stared at the woman in front of her.
The slanted haughty eyes, the glossy-looking black hair, even though it was shorter now. The disapproving mouth that suggested that everything was beneath her.
The same mouth that had spoken lies against her and practically changed her whole life.
There was no way she could forget. She had dreamt of this face for months.
Sarah Bloom, Jackson’s wife, was staring at her.
Leslie slowly clenched her fist at her sides.
‘What an unexpected reunion,’ she thought.
“No matter how desperate they are for customers,” her loud chirpy and annoying voice spat out, “I can't believe they are letting just anyone in now.”
Sarah Bloom continued to look at her in disgust.
‘wait, she said anyone?’ Leslie focused
