I walk down the large corridor of the mall with so many shopping bags in my hands that I can barely manage, both physically and mentally. I should have changed my heels; I could have done it at the castle because in the room that was mine, there's still some of my clothes and shoes, but I wanted to look put-together when leaving, and changing my shoes would mean changing my dress.
Luckily, I’m done with the shopping. I think I went overboard with Dante, but it was hard to resist what was calling me. Every little pair of pants, shirt, shoe, and even hat seemed to scream, "Take me, Serafina!" I couldn’t leave them on display. I reckon that out of the fifteen bags I’m carrying, at least ten are for my little one, Dante, and five for my sister. Besides, I thought instead of buying her more cl
