Emma's Point of View
The mall lights gleamed with an almost blinding brilliance, reflecting off the polished floors and illuminating every corner like a world designed to dazzle. Yet, all I could focus on was Adrian’s smug expression as he trailed behind me, his arms laden with bags from at least ten stores we’d already conquered. It wasn’t even about what I wanted anymore, it was Adrian insisting I needed more corporate outfits to match my “golden girl” status, as he so playfully called it.
“Adrian,” I sighed, coming to a stop in front of yet another store window. “I think we’ve hit the limit for one day. We’ve bought enough to outfit an entire office.”
His dark eyes sparkled as he smirked, shifting the bags onto one arm like they weighed nothing. “Nonsense. We’re just getting started,
