Andrei stepped closer, his gaze intense. "I want to do this for you, Suzanne. Just... pick something. Anything."
Suzanne swallowed hard, her mind spinning. She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to being the center of someone's attention in this way. The entire situation felt surreal.
"Okay," she said finally, her voice softer. "I'll look around for something nice"
Suzanne wandered through the boutique, her fingers lightly grazing the fabric of the dresses on display. She passed silk gowns, elegant blouses, and perfectly tailored pantsuits. The options were endless, and for a moment, she felt a sense of freedom—something she hadn't felt in a long time. She wasn't just the wife of a man who controlled every part of her life; for this brief moment, she had the choice to pick something for herself, something just for her.
