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𝟦:𝟤𝟢 𝗉𝗆 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞𝟐𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
"Do you say, I'm your princess?" Zurichi stepped from behind the black curtain and posing as she modeled in the minimalist floral black dress that flows all the way down to her ankles.
The store clerk said the dress to be one hundred and two dollars, but I could care less about the price when it comes to my baby.
Especially when she comes from behind the curtain looking like a true Greek goddess from ancient times.
I stare at her with hooded eyes and my lips tucked while nodding in agreement.
"That and more," I say, watching a confident smile grow on her gorgeous profile before she disappears behind the black curtain again.
Today is our last full day in Greece, so I decided to spoil my baby with a summer shopping spree.
I mean, It's the least I can do to make up for causing her tears yesterday. And I'm aware that she has done things unintentionally that hurt me too, but I never want to reciprocate the energy.
But I also know that no matter how I address the situation, she's going to forever find a way to make me feel bad for the way I react.
And not even on purpose, but simply because I can't fathom witnessing her cry, being sad, or in any kind of down mood.
We left the doctor at twelve something this morning after the English Doctor discharged her with a bottle of Motrin for whenever she feels that she is experiencing unbearable pain, but she hasn't used it yet.
We arrived back at the Airbnb close to one am, and she slept till two in the afternoon. I wanted to wake her to eat breakfast since she hadn't ate anything for over five hours. But I didn't want to wake her when she looked to be sleeping so peacefully. Especially with knowing that she needed that sleep.
"Okay, I'm ready." She stepped from behind the curtain in her original dress and the two dresses that she picked up lying over her forearm.
I stand up from my spot on the couch, taking the dresses from her arm and intertwining our fingers before we started our walk out of the dressing room area and to the front counter to pay.
"Thank you," I hear her randomly say as I place her items on the counter for the woman to add and bag up.
"For what?" I ask, watching the total amount of one hundred and fifty, before I swipe my card to complete the purchase.
