The Cut Off

“Excuse me, watch where you’re…” Chloe’s sharp voice cut through the luxury store like a blade, but it faltered mid sentence.

Standing in front of her, frozen in the middle of the wide marble aisle, was Tessa. Beside her, Ayisha held two shopping bags, her eyes narrowing instantly like a cat spotting prey.

The three women locked gazes, the air around them tightening, thick with hostility.

“Tessa,” Chloe sneered, recovering quickly, her lips curling into a mocking ...