Whether Preston was actually touched by the gesture, she had no idea.
But she was certainly profoundly moved by her own generosity.
Wasn't a woman like her infinitely better than Melanie?
While Aria was busy drowning in her own delusions, Melanie casually reached out to pluck the camel hair coat from her grasp.
"What are you doing?"
Aria snapped, immediately defensive.
"You haven't paid for it yet. It's still store property, isn't it?"
Melanie's flawless logic shut her down instantly.
Melanie simply flipped the collar to check the tag before tossing it back.
"Preston doesn't wear this size."
That simple, matter-of-fact statement made Aria's skin crawl with intense irritation.
Her two personal cheerleaders visibly cringed, falling completely silent.
Preston shot Melanie an amused glance. A devastatingly seductive smirk tugged at his lips, his dark eyes swirling with blatant provocation.
He might as well have said it out loud: How do you know my exact measurements so intimately?
Catching the utterly shameless look, Melanie elbowed him sharply in the ribs, her glare shooting back an equally silent warning:
Wipe that smug look off your face.
Watching their silent, intensely flirtatious exchange, Aria felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.
The way they looked at each other, the casual intimacy... they didn't act broken up at all.
They looked completely and madly in love!
"I'll go get the right size."
Refusing to accept defeat, Aria aggressively spun around.
"Don't bother."
Preston's icy voice stopped her in her tracks.
"I don't like your taste. And the styles I actually wear, you can't afford."
Aria whipped her head back around, her jaw dropping.
She looked frantically between Preston and Melanie, utterly bewildered.

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