Ashley
"Hello, welcome, Mr. Damien Albrecht," a woman from there stepped toward us. "How can we assist you and your lovely wife?" Her warm greeting made me feel at ease as I glanced at her, exchanging a knowing smile with her.
"I want you to find something elegant and stylish for my wife," he said, smiling down at me. I gazed back at him, returning the smile, momentarily forgetting about the announcement and his dangerous aura. The boutique's soft lighting and the sound of hushed whispers from other shoppers created a sense of intimacy as if we were the only ones in the room. It was a moment of respite from the chaos outside, and I was grateful for it.
We started choosing clothes as Damien settled on the couch, I picked out three gowns and made my way to the fitting room. Among
