AMY POV

I didn't sleep well.

How could I?

The thought of spending an entire day shopping with Madame Loretta was enough to keep anyone awake. I stared at the ceiling for longer than I'd like to admit, rearranging the same thoughts over and over until my alarm made the decision for me. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Maybe a good bath would fix the dread sitting heavy in my chest.

It didn't.

By the time I was dressed and downstairs, Madame Loretta was already at the dining table — fully dressed, bag sitting on her lap, and wearing the biggest smile I had ever...