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~Belinda's POV
I stepped out of the changing room with a smile, twirling slightly in the maroon dress I'd just tried on. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at Kael and Rowan.
Kael gave a small nod. "That one suits you."
Rowan added with a grin, "Yeah. It hugs your waist nicely. Try the next one."
I giggled and turned back to the mirror, admiring myself for a second longer. I was having fun, genuinely. Shopping always lifted my mood, and today I really wanted to feel better. After everything with Damon, I just… needed a distraction.
I turned slightly, eyes scanning the boutique casually, then I froze.
Damon.
He was at the counter, paying for something small. I squinted, and my stomach flipped.
It was a doll.
A soft, handmade-looking one with thick brown yarn hair, a bright blue dress, and tiny boots. My heart leapt, warm and hopeful.
He's getting that for me.
