Frank was so infuriated by Winona's stubbornness that his face flushed red. "You're being completely unreasonable! I can't win this argument with words, and this isn't the place, but we need to talk—a proper conversation. No more putting it off. We talk now!"
Winona didn't even look at him. "I don't want to talk to you."
"Mr. Frank." Felicity shook her head gently at Frank. "Don't get so worked up. You'll make yourself sick."
She completely ignored Winona as she said this, then turned with an elegant nod to Yves Prescott. "Good afternoon, Mr. Prescott."
Yves returned the gesture, all refined politeness. "Miss Shepherd, as elegant and confident as ever."
"Thank you."
Felicity glanced back at Frank. "Mr. Frank, let's go. We can come back for the jewelry another day."
Frank took a step, blocking Winona's way. "Shepherd," he said to Felicity, "you and your parents can keep browsing. I need some time with Miss Perkins alone. Prescott, you're okay with this, right?"
The way he called Felicity "Shepherd" made Winona pause. It reminded her of Ms. Irene Chase, who had passed away in Italy. Irene used to call her "Shepherd," too, so warmly.
But people who truly cared for her never seemed to stay long. Irene was gone now. Winona thought bitterly that she'd always had bad luck.
Yves Prescott offered a polite smile, clearly amused by the drama. "Of course not! I'd be delighted to help Miss Shepherd and her parents pick out something beautiful."
It was obvious Yves was here for the show and nothing else.
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