Evaline:
The streets were decked with twinkling lights. Store windows were dressed in garlands and festive charm. Holiday spirit was in the air, and I felt like a wide-eyed tourist - excited, overwhelmed, and oddly content.
Our first stop was a boutique nestled between a bakery and a home decor store. Its window was showcasing mannequins draped in cozy winter outfits: oversized sweaters, long woolen coats, ankle boots, and scarves in every texture imaginable. It was looking exactly like the kind of place I had been hoping to find.
The moment we stepped inside, I had no time to speak.
Both Oscar and Draven switched into their "mate mode."
"Winter clothes. All styles. Neutral colors and pastels. Show us what you have got," Oscar instructed the boutique attendant in a polite yet firm tone.
"And nothing too tight," Draven added quickly, glancing at me from the side. "She's going to need comfortable fits. Nothing restrictive. Think breathable, soft, and warm."
