Color was everywhere; stacks of brightly decorated boxes, toys, and chocolates were on display. Anything and everything anyone could want filled the open shopping areas. It was overwhelming.
“Do you know where the trees are?” she asked Tristan as she followed him, her hand still curled in his, the grip warm through their gloved hands. They dodged babies in strollers and small children who were being wrangled by their frazzled mothers with full shopping baskets.
“This way,” he said, indicating where to go. After they’d meandered through several huge departments, Tristan tugged her to a stop in front of a massive display of trees. “I hope you weren’t expecting a live one.” Tristan laughed and released her hand.
Kat instantly felt the loss of his touch, but she forced herself to focus on t
