Chapter 25. Pretty Dress

The door was opened and Arya stepped out. She stared down at her flip-flops and her dress, second guessing if she should have actually worn that.

 “C’mon, you look amazing.” Damien assured when he noticed her expression. Her face lit up and she stepped out of the car. He stretched his arm for her to hold, and she clung into it.

 The gesture put a small smile on Damien’s face as they walked into the mall.

 The lights of the mall pierced into Arya’s eyes and she squinted, but her eyes widened again, darting around the place. It was almost empty even if it wasn’t yet midnight.

 Pretty dresses and cosmetics filled the front row, making Arya run to them. She picked up a nude bow and raised it to the light. She smiled, bringing it down and ran to another row.

 The sales assistant strolled towards Damien as he watched his wife. “Sir, is she the one?” she had a distinguished British accent, matched with a poker face.

 Damien