AMBER POV
I should’ve known better than to agree to a full day with Vic at the mall. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my cousin—because I did, with all my heart—but her idea of fun and mine were polar opposites.
Where I’d happily curl up with a book and lose myself in another world, she’d drag me into fitting rooms, make me try on outfits, and force me to “live a little.”
Still, as I trailed behind her through the shiny corridors of Moonridge Mall, her bubbly energy was infectious.
“Amber, you’re hopeless,” Vic declared, holding up a floral sundress that looked entirely impractical for the freezing temperatures outside. She waved it in my face like it was a sacred relic.
“It’s freaking December in freaking North Canada!” I retorted, gesturing dramatically at the snow-covered parking lot
