Brielle's POV
Daylan insisted on taking me to a boutique that he always drove past to get to the hospital. I hesitated at first, but after everything that had happened, the idea of stepping out and doing something normal, something for myself, seemed like a good distraction. We drove in comfortable silence, the tension between us a palpable reminder of our complicated recent history.
The boutique was nestled in a quiet street, its windows adorned with elegant displays. Daylan held the door open for me, his hand lightly brushing my back as I entered. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of how much I still wanted him despite everything.
"Welcome!" a cheerful saleswoman greeted us. "How can I help you today?"
"We are looking for a black dress," Daylan said smoothly. "Somethi
