___ Emily's POV ___
As Lucas led the way, we first entered the hotel's little boutique. I furrowed my brows, and Lucas addressed my unspoken question. "Your clothing is tattered and torn. I want to get you a nice, new outfit." He strolled around picked up a stunning black dress and handed it to me. I nodded, took it from him, and headed into the changing room to put it on. Peeking out, I hoped to catch the sales lady's attention, but to my surprise, Lucas and I were the only ones in that section of the store.
Noticing my discomfort, Lucas asked with a hint of concern, "Is something wrong?" I blushed and replied, "I... I, uh, wanted the sales lady to help me zip up the dress," I stammered.
He smiled, his eyes lighting up, and said, "She went to the back to get shoes for you. But I will
