Sophia's POV
I stepped into the boutique and immediately regretted it.
The scent of expensive perfume and freshly steamed fabric filled the air, stirring memories I had spent days trying to bury.
Ethan and I used to come here together. I remembered standing in front of mirrors while he adjusted the straps of a dress or brushed a strand of hair from my face. He would smile and tell me I looked beautiful.
Back then, I had believed every word. Now those memories felt like poison. I quickly selected a few outfits and headed toward the exit, determined to leave before the nostalgia swallowed me whole.
"Sophia!" A familiar voice stopped me.
I stopped, before I could escape, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
"Eleanor, let go of me."
"No."
She tightened her grip and dragged me
