A few days after Ken's announcement, Bianca and Roselyn strolled through a bustling shopping mall. The air smelled like cinnamon rolls, perfume, and leather from nearby shops. They were doing some last-minute shopping for Bianca's trip to Paris.
Bianca wore high-waisted jeans paired with a tucked-in green blouse that made her look effortlessly chic. Her long dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her sneakers made it easy to navigate the crowded mall. Roselyn, on the other hand, was rocking a floral dress with a belt cinched at her waist. Her curly auburn hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face.
"Let's see," Bianca said, walking beside Roselyn with a list in her hand. "I've already packed my sunglasses, deodorant, and plenty of socks."
Roselyn raised an eyebrow and smirked. "That sounds like an old lady's suitcase. Where's the lingerie in all this?"
