Remi's POV
This was not what I'd expected. Not even close.
Cora had brought me to an old antique store nestled on the corner of a quiet street. The shop looked like it had been plucked out of another century, its exterior weathered but charming, with ivy creeping up the walls and delicate gold lettering on the window that read Finest Antiques & Curiosities.
As we stepped inside, the smell of aged wood and lavender filled the air, and an elderly woman with warm eyes and silver hair immediately pulled Cora into a tight hug.
"There's my girl," she said, her voice filled with affection.
"Hi, Grams," Cora replied, her tone light and cheerful.
The woman's gaze shifted to me, her expression softening. She stepped forward, taking my hands in hers before pulling me into a hug.
