“What are you here to buy?" he asked.

"Just some skincare products," she replied.

Tilda approached the familiar counter, where the sales assistant hesitated for a moment before recognition lit up her face. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Fernandez! Without your glasses, I almost didn't recognize you- you look like a celebrity!"

The compliment was clearly meant to flatter, but Tilda found herself smiling anyway.

It felt nice to be noticed, even if it was just part of the sales pitch.

Tilda glanced around, taking in the array of products. "The usual, please-toner, lotion, cream, and serum.”

"Of course," the sales assistant responded promptly, her hands already busy gathering the requested items. As Tilda waited, her gaze wandered to the makeup counter.

Myra's recent suggestion echoed in her mind-perhaps it was time to learn a bit more about makeup.

"Could you help me pick out some makeup that would suit me?" she asked, the thought feeling oddly daring.

She had never been one for much makeup, but she was Lyndon's wife now.

There'd be times when she'd have to attend fancy events or parties with him, Showing up without makeup wouldn't just feel off for her, it could even come across as impolite.

So, she figured she might as well stock up on some.

The sales assistant's eyes lit up with the prospect of another sale.

“Absolutely,” she said, eagerly pulling a variety of products and explaining their uses with meticulous detail.

Lyndon stood by her side, his presence calm and composed.

With his sharp features and quiet confidence, he couldn't help but draw the attention of passersby. There was an air about him-aloof, almost detached-that seemed to set him apart, making others take notice.

Not far away, Scarlet strolled arm-in-arm with a man.

Her casual glance toward the counter turned into a double-take when she recognized Lyndon. Her eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Alex," she murmured, nudging the man beside her. "I see my cousin over there. Should we go say hello?"

Alex Happer, the man beside her, was in his early thirties, clad in a sharp suit with neatly slicked-back hair, showcasing decent features. There was something sinister in the way he squinted his small eyes.

"That's Lyndon? What's he doing here?" His voice carried a hint of curiosity.

Scarlet's gaze drifted over to the woman beside him, who was engrossed in the sales assistant's demonstration. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"No idea. Maybe he's out shopping with his mistress?"

"Mistress? That woman beside Lyndon isn't his wife?" Alex inquired, his curiosity piqued.