Annabelle leaned back in the plush leather seat of Flavia’s car, staring out the window as the city blurred past. Bags from high-end boutiques filled the backseat, each one a tangible reminder of the morning's spontaneous indulgence. For the first time in what felt like forever, she had allowed herself to live without overthinking every step.
Flavia’s laughter rang out beside her, light and unrestrained. “You know, I’ve never seen you this relaxed, Belle. I’m starting to think retail therapy might actually be magic.”
Annabelle turned to her best friend with a faint smile. “It’s not like I do this often. Honestly, I feel guilty for even swiping the card as much as I did.”
Flavia rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please. You deserve it after everything you’ve been through. And it’s not
