Nicolas POV

"Mrs. Zara," Jenn, the saleslady, called us as we exited the private room. Despite the strange expression on her face, she maintained an even tone. She must have heard us having sex in the dressing room.

"Yes," Zara answered, her attention shifting toward her.

"Your husband asked me to hand you this," she said, handing her an envelope.

"Thank you so much," Zara replied, opening the envelope.

I patiently waited for Zara to read through the contents. I ...