Anya’s POV
The boutique smelled like new clothes and strong perfume, the kind that clings to your nose. I walked quickly between the racks, my hands brushing over different fabrics while my heart beat a little too fast. I kept thinking about Orion waiting in the car. I didn’t want him sitting there for too long. I didn’t want to look like I was taking advantage of his kindness.
He had really surprised me when he handed me his card.
Just like that.
So calm, so casual.
But to me, it meant… I don’t even know what. No one had ever done something like that for me.
I finally found a simple dress—soft material, not too fancy, the kind of thing that made me feel comfortable. I held it up against myself for a second, just to imagine how it would look. Then I went straight to the counter and p
