Sylvia's POV
The morning sun poured through the windows of Northside Mall, bathing the luxury boutiques in golden light as Morgana and I made our way through the early weekend crowd. Despite my initial reluctance, I had to admit this retail therapy was exactly what I needed after that weird run-in with Caesar yesterday.
Morgana began, linking her arm through mine as we strolled past designer storefronts.
"This would look amazing on you, seriously. Try it on."
As I slipped into the buttery-soft leather.
Morgana finished, adjusting the collar of the jacket. She stepped back, examining me with a critical eye. "Holy s**t, I'm good. You're buying this."
Three boutiques and four shopping bags later, we were cracking up over coffee at the mall's central atrium when I caught a
