Chapter Seven

Adrien

"Enter," I commanded upon hearing a knock on the dressing room door, frustrated by the delayed delivery of my suit. They seemed oblivious to the difference in the value of my time and theirs.

The door swung open, revealing a woman in the store's uniform. As she gently closed the door, I glanced up from my magazine to inquire about my suit, only to be stunned by her appearance —she bore a striking resemblance to my ex-wife, Rosalie.

While we were married, her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, yet the woman before me now sported a chic brunette pixie cut. The shock left me momentarily frozen, the magazine slipping from my grasp.

"No way." I muttered as different thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn't believe it. As I blinked to ensure my eyes weren't deceiving me, I rose, attempting to approach her. However, she instinctively stepped back, her back meeting the door. Her fearful expression mirrored that of a deer caught in headlights, paining me to witness.

"Rosalie, i