Della’s POV
Acting shocked, I stared nonchalantly at Rylee and blinked a couple of times as though I was in deep confusion before I asked, “What do you mean, Princess?”
Rylee, utterly unfazed by my question, turned to face me and crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned her weight on the right side of her body and gave me an amused smile. “No need to play coy, Your Highness. Mr. K owns this bar. When he was leaving earlier, he happened to see you and recognized you immediately.”
Tilting her head, she added, “He has a sharp eye for details, doesn’t he?”
My heart froze in panic, but I kept my physical demeanor as unbothered as I could.
Mr. K? Him again? Why was it that no matter where I went, he seemed like a ghost attached to me, always lurking around?
What’s most frustrating was that even though I tried hard to act as low-key as possible and disguise myself outside, he still could recognize me.