Claire's POV
After the spa, I insisted we visit the resort's high-end boutique, claiming that no proper girls' day was complete without at least looking at beautiful clothes. The boutique was an elegant space with carefully curated pieces from designer labels, the kind of place where a single dress could cost more than most people's monthly salary.
"Oh, this would look stunning on you," Raquel said, holding up a flowing emerald dress that perfectly matched my eyes.
I fingered the luxurious fabric, admiring the way it caught the light. "It's beautiful, but I really shouldn't—"
"Not again," Raquel interrupted, already moving toward other pieces that had caught her eye. "You're on vacation at one of the most exclusive resorts in the world. When else are you going to have an excu
