Chapter 27

The boutique didn’t have a sign.

Just tall glass doors, a sleek black roof, and a concierge who opened the entrance like they were entering a private club.

Marcy clutched Dan’s hand tighter the second they stepped inside. The air was perfumed with soft jasmine and something expensive she couldn’t name. Plush white carpets muffled every step, and each clothing rack looked like it held only three ca