Braelyn's POV
The street outside the atelier looked like something out of a winter postcard. Soft snow fell in lazy spirals, settling on Christmas decorations wrapped around lampposts and the edges of shop windows trimmed.
Strings of fairy lights blinked gently even in the afternoon haze, and every storefront carried some version of Christmas cheer and carefully arranged displays.
The atelier itself stood out, the tall glass windows displayed mannequins dressed in elegant gowns, each piece shimmering under warm lighting. Even from outside, it was easy to tell this place was expensive.
The moment I stepped out of the car, the cold brushed against my skin, I barely had time to take in my surroundings after locking my car before a blur of pink came flying at me.
"Aunty Lynn!" a small voice screamed before crashing into me. I staggered slightly as Alora collided into me, her small arms wrapping tightly around my waist.
