Riley POV
The mall is huge. It's bustling with people and crowded, but Grandfather is unfazed. He drags me into a shop that makes me blanch just looking at the price tags. A saleswoman comes up, and he gestures at me.
"She needs everything from the basics to formal wear. Don't spare any expense," he says flatly.
"Grandfather," I begin to protest as Damien smirks in the background.
"No buts," Grandfather growls, "you've been denied for six long years, and I'm treating my granddaughter the way she deserves."
I fall silent. The saleswoman is smiling widely, no doubt already trying to mentally calculate the commission she's about to receive. I allow her to start gathering pieces, objecting to the dresses as she pointedly ignores me.
"You have such perfect bone structure and a gorgeous
