Despite wearing a mask over half of her face, Freya could tell from Deirdre’s beautiful eyes and her smooth, glowing skin that she was looking at a gorgeous beauty.

More importantly, there was no way Deirdre McKinnon, the freak, was this same young woman!

Arianne saw it, too. She perused the woman among the line-takers and questioned aloud, “Uh… Is this the freak you mentioned?”

“Of course not!” Freya snapped. A flood of shock and anger washed over her. She was shocked to see Kyran seeing another woman and angry that he had only used that ugly freak to reject her advance. She knew it! That freak was a nobody from the start!

Kyran had gotten his purchase and returned to the young woman’s side. He shielded her from the crowd’s less gentle pushes with such sweet devotion that Arianne could not stop herself from remarking, “I can’t believe I’m seeing this. Mr. Reed, famous for being reserved and quiet and asocial… Being a sweet, caring gentleman to a woman like that! No way around it,