GABRIELLE’S POV
Turns out he only wanted to take me shopping. Susan must have told him how I reacted to his sister’s dresses and he thought to make it right.
The mall was busy, fluorescent lights harsh against my skin.
We entered a high-end boutique and he sat at the reception while I shopped. I entered the designer section, and gasped in awe. I hadn’t shopped in weeks since the wedding and I didn’t realize how much I needed this.
Clothes hung neatly on racks, and a young saleswoman looked me over with a flicker of judgment.
“Can I help you find something, ma’am?” she asked, barely hiding her disdain.
“I’m fine,” I said, smiling politely.
I continued moving along the aisle, picking pieces but the saleswoman kept following me.
I paused and turned to her. “Excuse me. Are you follo
