Olivia's POV
As Christopher pulled into a parking spot, I gawked at the storefronts lining the street. Each one looked like it belonged in a fashion magazine, with window displays that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.
"Holy guacamole," I muttered under my breath, my eyes wide as saucers. "Is this where the 1% come to blow their pocket change?"
"Something like that. Ready to explore?"
I nodded, fumbling with my seatbelt like an overexcited kid. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the cool air hit me, carrying the scent of overpriced perfume and new leather. I inhaled deeply, wondering if this was what success smelled like.
We strolled down the sidewalk, my head on a swivel, trying to take it all in. That's when I saw it - a dress that made my heart skip a beat.
