Soraya's POV
The next thing I knew, I was in the car again with Darius beside me, driving us somewhere else. Apparently, the surprises weren't over. He was spoiling me so much. This wasn't just baby-girl treatment anymore, it was full-on princess treatment, and honestly, I didn't know how to process it. In all, I was so glad he was back and well.
I thought we were done after the boutique. He had already bought me so many dresses. Each one was gorgeous and extremely expensive, but Darius didn't seem to care. He'd spent thousands of dollars like it was pocket change. And now, here I was, wearing the first dress I had tried on. Apparently it was his favourite.
I turned to him, smoothing the fabric over my lap. "Where are we going this time?" I asked for what had to be the nth time.
