His shout snapped every head toward me.
“That’s really Audrey Ave?”
“No way. Shouldn’t she look like some kind of country bumpkin by now?”
I heard it all. Every word. And I got why they were so thrown off.
In their heads, three years in the countryside should’ve turned me into some worn-out, hopeless mess.
But instead?
I stood there in a chic midi dress and a soft knit cardigan, a camera casually slung around my neck. My hair was smooth, my skin glowed, and even my nails were polished in the perfect nude shade.
Country bumpkin? Not even close.
Lex’s gaze finally landed on me, surprise flickering across his face.
“Audrey Ave,” he said, his voice distant—nothing like the soft tone he always used with Ivana.
There was a time when that used to wreck me, when I’d cry and beg for answers.
Not anymore.
“Mr. Hamilton,” I said, shifting the grocery basket to my other hand, polite and composed.
Lex’s brows pinched slightly. “It’s only been three years. Is there a need to be so formal?
“I’m still your fiancé, and this is how you talk to me? Clearly, three years wasn’t enough time for you to learn your lesson. If you keep this up, I will call off the engagement.”
I glanced at him, blank and bored.
