The car pulled up to a pavement lined with white marble and gold plated bollards.
Giselle stepped out first, followed by Serayah and Lawrose, who both looked like they were walking toward a firing squad.
She looked up at the sign above the heavy glass doors. It read Opulencia in minimalist black script.
"This is it," Giselle said, adjusting her sunglasses.
They walked inside, the scent of expensive lilies and filtered air hitting them instantly. An attendant in a neatly ironed suit approached them, holding a slim tablet. She smiled, but her eyes were sizing them up.
"Good morning," the attendant said. "Welcome to Opulencia. Do you have a reservation for this morning?"
Serayah blinked, leaning toward Giselle. "Hol’up! Wait. Do people actually make reservations to shop? Is this a bou
