As we step out of the luxury SUV, the first thing that hits me is the sharp tang of London pollution and the relentless hum of Kensington traffic. Mia grips my hand tightly, while Sophie and Beatrix follow closely behind as we cross the threshold of the newly opened boutique. Marcus is hot on our heels, keeping a watchful gaze over us.
The shop is a sanctuary, the smell of fresh linen and baby powder overwhelming my senses. The shelves are lined with a vibrant array of the latest children’s fashions and high-end maternity wear. Almost immediately, the girls scatter. I hear Sophie and Beatrix giggling toward the back. "Try the pink one!" "No, the green one!"
Suddenly, Mia lets out a breathless gasp and squeals "Ooh! Sparkly!"
I turn to see her holding a beautiful rainbow tulle dress with
