NYQXEE’S POV
Vivian is sweet and kind... and probably addicted to shopping.
We’ve been hopping from store to store for hours, and I can feel every muscle in my legs protesting, my feet aching with each step. Right now, we’re in Victoria's Secret, and I’m honestly overwhelmed. It's my first time here, and everything feels so... intimate. Soft, glittery, delicate. Feminine. The store feels like it’s draped in a secretive allure, the kind that makes my cheeks flush with an unexplainable mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. I can’t help but feel like I don’t belong in this world of lace and silk. But Vivian? She moves like a queen among it all, grinning, her eyes dancing as she flits from rack to rack like she owns the world.
I can’t help but stare, my thoughts swirling in confusion and
