Chapter 118

Delia’s POV

I was taking my time shopping in this country that Asher forced me to go to. How could he do this to me?

I knew he wanted me out of his hair so he would have the house for himself and that bitch of a woman called Zendaya.

I would deal with her in my own way.

“Ma’am,” a shop attendant called to me as I looked at her from her head to her toe. Who was she to talk to me? She had no idea I was the First Lady? Who did she think she was?

“Don’t know if you know who I am but I would refrain from saying anything more than is necessary before you sleep in prison tonight,” I broke to her before picking up a cloth from a shelf.

Whatever she wanted to tell me was not important seeing as I could handle my problems myself without any issue.

“Ma’am,” the attendant called again before raising her hands to her face. “I’m sorry ma’am but that dress is not for sale.”

I looked at the dress that was in my pile.

“Do you know who I am?” Now I was getting visibly mad at her. Who did she think she