We step into a beautiful mall that is full of people. The bright lights shimmer against the polished floors, reflecting the movement of countless shoppers. The air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby café, mingling with the subtle perfume of luxury boutiques. Mrs. Knight jumps excitedly, her eyes sparkling like a child’s, and Louise gives me an excited smile.

I can’t help but chuckle at their enthusiasm. Without any warning, I am dragged into a store, their eager hands pulling me forward, and I find myself looking through a rack of dresses along with them.