Serena’s POV
I was exhausted but oddly happy as we headed toward London's largest shopping center. The moment we stepped out of the car, Eleanor grabbed my arm and practically dragged me toward the most prestigious boutique in the district.
"This place does exclusive custom designs," she announced proudly. "Every seasonal piece is limited edition—no chance of seeing someone else wearing your outfit."
"I used to visit their shops back home all the time," she added with a hint of nostalgia.
I nodded, genuinely excited despite my fatigue. Today was the first time I'd felt normal in weeks—just shopping with family, no life-threatening situations or memory flashbacks to deal with.
Ryan, meanwhile, had been relegated to the role of bodyguard and designated bag-carrier. The momen
