Vincent
"Ugh, I have to go on a shopping spree!" Sarah whines as she rummages through her overstuffed closet.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why? You have a ton of clothes already," I reply.
Sarah gives me a mischievous look. "I start college soon, Vincent. I can't be seen wearing the same outfits from high school."
I roll my eyes dramatically. "I told you that when we got married, but no, you insisted on dressing like a goddamn teenager even after Sophia picked out some clothes for you."
Sarah's lips curl up in a smile. "That's because I knew it annoyed you when I didn't listen to you."
The little brat...
She strides toward me and grabs my arm. "Let's go," she says.
I narrow my eyes. "Go where?"
"To the mall, obviously," she says, sounding almost frustrated.
Hold on. Does she e
