Carol’s POV
The upscale boutique practically gleams as a personal driver drops us off at the front door. The store is located in what is presumably the most expensive part of town. Although there are people in fine clothes bustling around on the street, the store itself seems quite private. The windows are tinted, and an attendant stands by the door waiting for us.
I already feel out of place. Aiden seems to notice my hesitation and takes me by the hand, leading me up to the door. The attendant looks up at us with a smile.
“Welcome back to Lupa, Mr. Cruz. Feel free to follow me.”
I’m immediately swept away by the opulence of the store’s interior. The soft murmur of hushed conversations and the rustle of luxurious fabrics adds to the private yet glamorous ambiance.
The attendant takes
