But she wasn't prepared when she turned the corner and spotted a familiar figure holding a designer handbag in the last aisle.
Her stomach instantly lurched. No. No, not her, she screamed inwardly.
She blinked, wishing it was just a figment of her imagination but when she opened her eyes, it was indeed Mercy Tanners walking towards her.
Mercy's laughter rang bright as she chatted on the phone, while her eyes remained trained on Willow who was attempting to dart away before she was recognized but it was already too late.
Mercy lifted her dainty hand to stop her. "Hey you, wait," she said, And didn't even end her call, rather she kept speaking into the phone while watching Willow like a cat watches a caged bird.
Willow was forced to stop, mustered enough courage to square her shoulders like she wasn't trying to run away, then turned stiffly.
After what seemed like an eternity to Willow, Mercy ended her call and continued to stare at her.
