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I covered my mouth, heart racing. “No. No way. This is too much.” “Too much?” Bree held it up like it was the Holy Grail. “Girl, this is not too much. This is billionaire love language.” In the third bag, a pair of Christian Louboutin heels gleamed, red soles untouched. My size. My stomach knotted tighter. How did he even know? The fourth bag carried a box of skincare products from La Mer, each bottle nestled in satin. Bree whistled. “Your skin is about to glow like the angels.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement, but Ava's skepticism remained, unsure what to make of his sudden change in demeanor. Jeffrey handed Ava a bag with the iconic Louis Vuitton monogram pattern on the body, the luxurious fabric soft to the touch. The bag was a rich brown color with golden accents, and Ava's eyes widened slightly as she took it from him. "Open it," Jeffrey said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"This one’s durable. Good for storage, safe from pickpockets. If she likes practical, this is it. Or there's the sling bag—versatile, easy for errands. If you need to win over a mother-in-law, take this one. It’s got that classy, 'auntie-approved' vibe. It screams elegance." I pointed to a small, structured black bag on the shelf. "What about that one?" "That's Lucia. Don't let the size fool you. It’s small, but it commands a room. You can fit your phone, your wallet, and—if you ever stop being able to figure out why your wife is mad at you—maybe a manual for her moods." I let out a sharp laugh. "Nice one, Jill. I didn't know you had a future in sales."

The cherry finish caught the light in such a way that it highlighted the etched designs. I flipped the lid open to see the primary focus of the gift. The book’s rose-colored cover was embossed with silver designs. Its title ‘A Warrior’s Heart: Avalynn’s Fight for Justice’ stood out. A sword covered in flames pierced through the title. It looked really fucking cool. Ava had developed a love of reading, not that any of us were surprised about it. She certainly took after her mother in that regard. Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something.

She required a more robust option, one that would endure. His eyes focused on a lavender leather bag. It was a rich hue of plum, not overly vivid but still noticeable. He recalled noticing Kayla don numerous shades of purple—be it her scarf, her notebook, or the little keychain dangling from her bag. “This one,” he whispered, lifting it. The bag was durable but gentle, featuring ample sections for her belongings. It was ideal. The siblings regrouped at the front of the shop, each holding their selected goods. Victor displayed the silver flats, while Alistair showcased the coats and handbag. Elliott set the purple bag on the counter with a pleased grin.

I thought he had stopped sending those apology gifts especially after I begged him to when there was no other space to add any more gifts. “Who’s this from?” I asked him. “I don’t know the sender. But the gift company is located in a neighboring territory.” I took it from him, still filled with weariness. He left and I made my way inside, immediately unboxing it. It was a fashion bag… No, scratch that, a birkin bag. The same bag that I could seriously go crazy for back at Leo’s pack! How did Draven even know that I wanted it? It costs a fortune though, why would he just buy me something like that out of impulse?

Luna said to them. "Also, Jean right? You also get the gentlemen what bag they want as I stroll around." Luna instructed as she got Selene from the alpha's arms. Alpha chooses the Louis Vuitton Taurillon Christopher Backpack Bag that costs $5,000 while Alarick chooses the suitcase-like Louis Vuitton Monogram Solar Ray Steamer PM Bag that costs $3,850. They proceeded to check the items out while Luna gave Selene to her father. So that she and Jean, the nice sales lady, can talk.

“Whatever happens between us happens because you choose it, or it doesn’t happen. That was true in the dark and it’s true now.” I hated how much I liked hearing it. I filed that too. “One more thing.” He put a small velvet box on the table and slid it across, like it’s evidence. I stared at it. “No.” “It’s part of the cover.” “That sentence has never led anywhere good.” “Open it.” Inside was a diamond ring. Not enormous. That made it worse. Tasteful. Old-looking. Exactly the sort of ring a woman with inherited money might choose rather than something designed to be photographed from space.

Darla still insists on her younger brother. "Oh, alright." Noah could do nothing but agree. Now they are in the bookstore. Even though this bookstore is in one of the malls, this bookstore is one of the best. The high price is always proportional to the quality. "Noah, do you like a robotic bag?" Darla asked, showing him a backpack with a robot from a famous cartoon. Not only that, she also put the bag on Noah's back. "Wow, this suits you." “Hmmm… I just want a plain bag. Without any pattern or image. I want that bag." Noah pointed to a plain black bag. It looks good, but is more suitable for student in university.

"No return address." The package is small, rectangular. Brown paper, twine tied in a clean knot. Deliberate wrapping, like someone took time. Ava perks up. Medication forgotten. "For me?" "Let's see." I pull the twine loose, peel back the paper. Inside: a hardcover book. ‘The Paper Bag Princess’ by Robert Munsch. The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face.