Chapter 12

     With that, there is parade after parade of never ending clothes. Some I liked, some I definitely did not. I have no sense of style though. After all, I can’t remember a full set of clothing I had owned on my own. My stomach begins to rumble. “Come dear, let’s get some lunch”. 

     “Grace, where has Zak been this whole time?”. “Oh, he’s here and there”. She scoops up my elbow and we head for a cafe in the store. This place is FANCY. We’re served tea and salad, an odd combination. But they were both delicious. Grace treated me to a chocolate chip cookie and oh the stars. It melted in my mouth. “Mor, I think our favorite food is chocolate”. 

     Interrupting my thoughts, “Emma, when you are around Liam, does he smell any parti