After her words landed, Daisy put on a look of shocked innocence, her gaze darting apologetically between Calvin and me. Her voice had drawn the attention of nearby customers, who began glancing our way. Calvin’s face darkened—he was clearly misunderstanding the situation.
“No, that man yesterday was my brother,” I explained quickly.
“But… but he clearly called you ‘darling,’” Daisy replied, her expression a blend of innocence and hurt. She shrank back behind Calvin as I shot her a glare, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, but I can’t just stand by and watch a client get deceived by someone like you.”
Her words reached the ears of everyone nearby, sparking whispers among the crowd.
“Caught cheating, and by the sales assistant, no less?”
“So shameless. She’s got such a good boyfriend and still plays around.”
“This guy’s really unlucky; so humiliating for him.”
Hearing the murmurs around me, I noticed Daisy’s hand gripping Calvin’s wrist as if for protection. I stepped forward, pulling her out from behind him.
“That’s enough, Bianca Wright!” he snapped. “Here I was, thinking only of you, buying you this bag—and you were lying to me the whole time.” His voice was filled with frustration. “If Daisy hadn’t exposed you today, how much longer would you have kept this from me?”
His words came one after another, each one sinking into me. I was frozen in shock at his anger. Before I could respond, Calvin stormed out of the store, his face a mask of fury.
Seeing me about to follow him, Daisy suddenly blocked my path, grabbing my arms, almost on the verge of kneeling. “Please forgive me, Miss Wright. It was all my fault.”
Watching Calvin’s figure retreat, I stopped, deciding to stay. Only when I saw the manager remove Daisy’s nametag, officially firing her, did I finally leave the store. I missed the small, satisfied smile she hid behind her tears.

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