She stood as and watched Miley’s retreating figure until she was out of sight, then she walked over to the coffee shop to wait for Matthew.
In a few minutes, Matthew called.
Stella left the shop to find Matthew’s car parked by the road.
Without wasting a second, she hurriedly got in and Matthew immediately drove off.
Matthew took a quick glance at her.
“Did you have your hair cut?”
Her hand subconsciously went up to her hair as she picked a small lock.
“What do you think?”
“It’s really pretty. And it creates a nice contrast with your dress.”
Stella’s eyes lit up at the compliment, and she smiled happily at him.
With his eyes never leaving the road, he asked, “You didn’t have any issues at the mall?”
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Stella shook her head.
“I didn’t. Why are you asking?”
She realized that the bodyguards he assigned to watch her probably reported the situation with Farrah to Matthew.
“Don’t worry about it, it was only a small issue. I was able to handle it,” she added.
“Okay. I was worried people would try to hurt you.”
Stella let out a small chuckle.
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“I’m not a pushover,” she stated with a proud and playful smile on her face.
Stella and Matthew entered the coffee shop, the chosen meeting place for their rendezvous with Mia. With deliberate steps, they sought out an empty table and settled into their seats In no time, the graceful figure of Mia made her entrance into the cozy coffee shop.
Stella, vigilant as ever, had been keeping a watchful eye on the entrance. As soon as her keen gaze fell upon Mia, she rose from her chair. However, she couldn’t help but notice Mia was frowning.
Concern etched across her features, she inquired, “Mia, is everything alright?”
Mia placed her bag on the table and gestured towards her dress.
She adorned a resplendent silver gown adorned with meticulously crafted beads on the front. However, upon closer inspection, it became evident that the beads on the back were sparser, with a few teetering on the brink of detachment.
A furrow creased Stella’s brow as she questioned, “How did this happen?”