Amelia.
The second the car stopped again, I looked out the window cautiously. Another boutique stood across the street.
But this one felt different immediately.
The windows displayed fuller mannequins wearing elegant clothing confidently instead of hiding beneath oversized fabric. The atmosphere looked warmer somehow. Less intimidating. Less cold.
Nathaniel noticed my expression.
“This one better?”
I glanced toward him slowly.
“You brought me to another store?”
Nathaniel looked genuinely unimpressed by the question.
“Of course. You need to look like you belong to me now.”
Something inside my chest softened dangerously again. Before I could respond, the driver opened the door for us.
The moment we stepped inside, the difference became even more obvious.
Nobody stared at me stran
