Felix escorted Isabella to the mall with determined steps. Since their conversation that morning, the atmosphere between them had become awkward, but there was a warmth that was hard to ignore.
Isabella sat silently in the passenger seat of Felix's luxury car, her hands tightly clutching the small bag she carried. Her thoughts were scattered; she was still trying to understand what was really happening between them, while her heart tried to ignore the discomfort that arose every time she looked at Felix.
Upon arriving at the mall, Isabella felt a bit more relaxed. Felix, who was usually stiff and cold, seemed more at ease as they walked into the mall, filled with upscale stores. He guided Isabella toward a luxury boutique that sold a variety of beautiful dresses.
“What are we here for?”
