Camille was wearing a pair of oversized shades; her long hair flowed down behind her back as she strutted toward me in a pair of heels that were 7 or 8 inches high and she was accompanying a rather good-looking man. She had recognized me too and an astonished expression flitted across her face.
The man accompanying her had noticed me too. When he saw her staring at me, he looked over at me and thought that I was a staff member based on the work uniform I was wearing. My work uniform came from a high-end brand. Unfortunately, the work uniform at the First Royal Court was also from a high-end brand and happened to be the same brand I was wearing.
That man probably assumed that I was an employee at the First Royal Court, thus, he instructed me, “Call your manager, Mr. Matthews, over.”
I ignored him and continued walking. However, that man was probably used to ordering people around. The moment he saw that I was ignoring him, he lost his temper and cursed at me, “Are you deaf?! Did you not hear me talking to you?!”
“I’m not deaf; you’re blind!” I immediately retorted, refusing to be reprimanded by him.