Chapter 19
- “Gala, can you move any faster? Customers are waiting—God!”
- Marta stormed in, her face flushed red with irritation. The dark circles under her eyes looked worse than usual. Gala glanced over, confused. The glasses Marta needed were already in place—he’d just put them there. So what now?
- “Are you looking for the glasses?” he asked, brows furrowed.