MIRABEL POV.
I told myself I wasn’t going to think about Silas today. Nope. Not his stupid words about fate, not his ridiculous claim about soul marking, and certainly not that look he gave me like I was supposed to swoon at his nonsense. Today was about one thing—retail therapy.
Technically, it was about cheering up my mom, but let’s not pretend I wasn’t also enjoying the perks of my lovely little mate-given credit card. If they were going to stress me out, they could at least finance my coping mechanisms.
I glanced over at my mom, who was holding up two dresses and scrutinizing them like they held the secret to the universe. “Which one do you think suits me better?” she asked, tilting her head.
Before I could answer, another voice cut in from my left.
“The green one,” said a voice t
