The Price of an Insult

Dominic froze. The sleazy grin vanished from his face, replaced by a pale mask of dread. The silence in the boutique grew heavy as the onlookers watched him process the name. The air conditioned chill of Chic Velvet Couture suddenly felt freezing against his sweating skin.

"Mr. Kaelen Prescott?" Dominic croaked. His voice cracked, sounding like dry leaves.

The realization hit him like a runaway