“This does not look like a market,” Alaric observed, looking at the glass façade of the jewelry store Erin stopped in front of.
“That’s because it isn’t,” she replied, fixing her hair under her blue hat and straightening her blouse. “We'll go to the market later. I just remembered I have to find something.”
“In a*****e for jewelry?” Alaric asked, raising an eyebrow. “I kept mum about it earlier, but I found it odd that you are not wearing your usual simpler clothes. Not that that does not fit you well, make no mistake, it does. It is just—"
“A girl can dress up from time to time, Alaric,” Erin flatly said, quick on her feet to make an excuse. Her eyes swept from his head to toe. “Even if it is to run errands. Come here for a second.”
Alaric did as told. To his surprise, she started fix
