“Hey, look, isn’t that Devon?” Serena asked aloud, with sudden interest. “Who’s that woman with him?”Clara craned her neck to look at the entrance to the center. A second later, curiosity gave way to recognition, and then to the sort of smile that made every private matter feel like something laid out for public entertainment.“Oh,” she said, drawing the word out. “That’s Caroline, isn’t it? The one Devon used to…” Serena understood at once.Her gaze shifted toward Romy, and the sympathy that appeared on her face was so exaggerated it became cruel.“Wait,” Serena said, lowering her voice without bothering to make it truly quiet. “You didn’t follow Devon here, did you? God, Romy. That’s actually sad.”Clara chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Imagine chasing your own husband, to spy on his date.”Romy heard them.She also heard what they had not yet said aloud: that her husband and his first love had come here together, brazenly unapologetic, as if there were nothing strange
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