~ Isabella’s POV

After what felt like hours of browsing and selecting, we moved on to other shops, gathering sewing supplies, sketchbooks, pencils, and all the tools I would need for fashion school. Every time I picked something up, Lucian insisted on adding it to the pile, making sure I was fully stocked.

“You’re spoiling me,” I said at one point, shaking my head with a grateful smile.

He just shrugged, looking pleased with himself. “You deserve it, Bella. This is your dream, and I want to help you achieve it.”

By the time we finished shopping, I had more than enough supplies to start my fashion journey. As we...