Lace And Laughter: Going To The Store
A sunset stroll to Victoria’s Secret becomes a tender step into self-discovery, trust, and the thrill of being truly seen.
The sun, a generous artist, began its languid descent, painting the open-air mall in strokes of warm gold and honeyed amber. A gentle breeze, redolent with the sweet, yeasty embrace of soft pretzels and the invigorating tang of freshly brewed coffee, wove through the air, mingling with the soft peals of laughter that drifted from a nearby fountain plaza. You walked hand-in-hand with Teddy, your fingers laced in a comforta...