Wide-eyed but with otherwise a blank expression on her face, Lara stared at her reflection in a floor-length vanity in a dressing room, belonging to one of those fancy stores located on a top floor who, beside excellent service, offered champagne to sweeten ladies’ shopping spree. And even though the cheery shop assistant had insisted Lara tried on the blue gown, the blonde herself wasn’t impressed. Not in the slightest, with the way the stunning dress hugged her curves. Yet, she needed to make a purchase as the charity event was just around the corner and she, as the hostess, needed to look presentable, remarkable. A small sigh tore itself from the blonde’s lips as she turned on her heel; she needed advice. And help. And maybe more dresses to try on? Storming out of her dressing room without changing back to her clothes, her feet came to a sudden halt. Before her stood a tall blonde, the piece she was wearing made her look very much a goddess. Serena Hale. An intelligent woman, a brilliant neurosurgeon, the woman he loved. And Lara’s stomach dropped. “Fucking hell,” she breathed out in shock. Thank you, universe, for this. Always a pleasure, a sarcastic remark crossed her mind as well as she shook her head, doing her best to collect her panicking thoughts. “Hello,” was all she managed, though. Considering they were the only two people in there, she couldn’t just bail-- no matter how tempting it sounded.
