I found them finishing up decorating sugar cookies.
“Thank you, Spence.” Grace gave me a kiss. “Here, try.” She fed me half a cookie and then ate the other half.
We collected Grace’s doll from the doll spa, hair looking fresh and styled.
“Let’s go. Okay, so, dress shopping for Grace,” Riley said as we entered the main part of the mall.
We strolled past the upscale stores. Grace browsed in a few but found nothing she wanted to even try on.
“Oh, Faun. At book club, the ladies were talking about their flats and how comfortable they were for dancing. They also like their purses,” Grace said as we passed the Faun boutique, which was an upscale accessory shop known for its leather goods, scarves, and purses.
“Yeah, Spencer, can we please go shop for purses at Faun? I’d like a mini backpack, please.” Riley grinned.
“They have nice shoes. I’m partial to them myself. Let’s see what they have.” I ushered them inside. I’d never bought a handbag here, but they were quite popular.
We walked in and started browsing.
“Oh, the scarves.” Grace touched the display of silk scarves.
“My mother collects them. I often get them for her as gifts,” I replied. “Their ties are nice as well. I should get one to match whatever color you’re wearing for our party.”
Grace squeezed my hand. “I love that idea.”
We headed toward the shoes. I was a little surprised that no one asked if we needed help. Usually, I had an appointment.
“I think these are the shoes, oh, for the love of baby Jesus,” Grace whispered, as we went to a display of leather ballet flats in many colors, the price on a tiny sign.
“Their shoes are worth the price. Impeccable craftsmanship, and they last a long time,” I assured her.
I looked around and waved over a bored looking associate, who sighed and trudged over.
“Can I help you?” She looked disinterested.
“Yes, I’d like to try on the white ones.” Grace gestured to the shoes.
“We’d also like to see some purses. I’m looking for a mini backpack, and Grace is looking for some sort of cute everyday bag,” Riley told her.
She sniffed. “I can get you the shoes to try on, but I don’t think we have time for a purse appointment today.”
“Purse appointment?” Grace’s brows knitted.
The sales associate smirked. “One simply doesn’t walk into Faun and buy a purse.”
She left without asking Grace's size and started talking to someone else who was also looking at shoes.
“You don’t? Is this not a store?” Grace frowned.
“Let me see if the person I know is in today.” I texted Emil, the sales associate I usually worked with.
Me
Are you in today? My mate wants to look at purses and get some shoes for our mating party.
“Grace.” A small, impeccably dressed Asian omega, and another Asian woman who smelled of alpha, came over to us, carrying a bunch of bags.
“Hi, Yui.” Grace smiled at the smaller one. She waved to the taller one. “Hi, Sara.”
“Hi, Hiro’s moms, is Hiro here?” Riley looked around.
