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It was almost evening when we finally made it to the boutique.

One of Joaquin’s, of course. Because apparently, the man has a secret lair of luxurious shops across the city like a stylish Batman. This one was sleek, modern, and smelled like money and jasmine.

Jessy gasped the moment we walked in. “Oh my god. This place is gorgeous. It smells expensive. Does it smell expensive to you? Because it does to me.”

Ethan, calm as ever, had already spoken with the saleslady at the front. “We’ll need a private fitting room for both ladies. And please extend the shop hours. We’ll compensate everyone for their time.”

The saleslady blinked, startled—but nodded with a respectful, “Yes, sir.”

Jessy nudged me, eyes wide. “Okay, when he goes all authoritative like that, it’s kind of…”

“Hot?” I offered, teasing.

She shot me a grin. “I was gonna say intimidating, but sure, let’s go with hot.”

Ethan turned to us and blinked. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing!” we said in chorus.

Soon, we were