*Shelby*

Lauren looked… humbled.

Even her clothes were telling. She wore a long, demure skirt and a blouse that didn’t show a hint of cleavage and covered her arms down to her elbows. No big brand names or luxurious accessories. Her hair also needed a wash.

I’d never seen her dress so modestly or look so run-down, and I had an inkling of what she was trying to accomplish by coming here.

I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. I wasn’t ...