>Mallory
"Hmmm?" I let out a long sigh, my fingers tapping thoughtfully against my chin as my eyes moved back and forth between the two options before me.
I never imagined that choosing something so small could feel like one of the most difficult decisions I'd have to make.
Still unable to make up my mind, I slowly turned to Anne, who stood patiently at my side. Several shopping bags hung neatly from her arms, their glossy surfaces rustling softly each time she shifted her weight.
"What color do you think suits my son best, Anne?" I asked, gesturing toward the two beautifully crafted bags displayed in front of me. The fabric shimmered faintly under the store lights, each one made of exquisite material that felt smooth and delicate beneath my fingertips.
"The baby blue would simply look too cute on him," Anne said with a warm smile, "but I also can't stop looking at the yellow one."
