GABRIELLE’S POV
The security men stopped when they saw Damon.
That’s Damon Gravari!
I heard the other customers and staff whisper amongst themselves. Prior to our meeting I didn’t know him but he seemed to be quite popular.
He stood there, his presence dominating with one hand in his suit pocket. His expression was cold as usual.
No one spoke at first.
Until the salesman broke the silence. “Sir, we— we thought she was—”
“A thief,” Mia interrupted quickly, her tone confident. “She tried to steal a Dior dress and—”
“I didn’t,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. I straightened, refusing to cower especially now that he was here. “I was only shopping but she kept following me. She grabbed the dress from me and it ripped.”
Mia scoffed. “Right. Because people like you come in here a
