It was a bright afternoon when Celine and her three-year-old daughter, Calliope, stepped into a clothing store after landing back in the country. The sun filtered through the glass storefront, illuminating its glow on the rows of high-end clothing. They were nothing like the high-end stores she had been but that would work for now. Celine had made a big decision to leave Europe, and for her, it felt like coming back home. After what seemed like forever, she was finally reuniting with her family who had missed her and Calliope dearly.As they entered, Celine adjusted her button-down shirt, its crisp white fabric a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. It was casual yet expensive, typical of her style. Calliope, however, looked less like the daughter of a woman with good taste and more like a little girl who just didn’t care. She was still wearing her cozy pajamas—soft, colorful, and perhaps more suited for bedtime than shopping. They had flown in on the family’s private plane
Last Updated : 2024-09-02
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