Elias's pov :
Lucy emerged triumphant with a dress in hand,soft emerald velvet, elegant cut with a subtle sheen. "Try this on, Naomi. It'll look amazing on you!"
Naomi stared at it like it might bite her, hesitation written in every line of her body. "Lucy,"
"Just try," Lucy pleaded, shoving it toward her with that infectious grin. "For me?"
Naomi glanced at me, seeking... what? Permission? Reassurance? I gave her a small nod, voice low. "Go on."
Reluctantly, she disappeared into the fitting room, the curtain swishing shut behind her. I leaned against a nearby display, arms crossed, feigning indifference while my thoughts raced. This was the apology, letting her indulge, providing without strings. But deeper, it was claim: mine to care for, even if she fought it.
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