(Aspen’s POV)
The store was quiet in the way expensive places always were.
I held the small garment bag in my hand and walked toward the counter, repeating the order details in my head. Black shoes, formal, size and style already approved. I was just here to pick them up and leave.
I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that simple.
“This is a joke,” a woman snapped, loud enough to make heads turn. “I’ll have you fired.”
A young sales associate stood frozen in front of her, holding a shoebox like it might explode.
“I’m so sorry,” the associate said, voice shaking. “I brought the pair you asked for, but I can get the other style right away.”
The woman’s laugh was sharp. “Right away. Like I have time to stand here while you figure out how to do your job.”
“I can fix it,” the associate insi
