Eileen’s POV

The luxury mall buzzed with quiet elegance.

Inside Rose, one of the most exclusive women’s boutiques in the city, soft music played as shoppers browsed through rows of designer clothing.

I walked slowly between the displays.Elegant gowns hung beneath warm golden lighting, each piece more exquisite than the last.

Winnie stood beside me, holding several shopping bags.“I’m getting ice cream,” Winnie suddenly declared.

I looked up.“You’ve been shopping for twenty minutes.”

“That’s exhausting work,” Winnie said dramatically. “Wait for me.”

Without waiting for an answer, she hurried out of the store.

I shook my head with a faint smile and continued browsing.

My eyes suddenly paused on a...