LorryBorne
The mall was buzzing with weekend anticipation-muted chatter, polished floors, and air thick with the scent of newness. Tucked away in the corner of the pet shop, among scratching posts and sleepy furballs, sat a queen-in-waiting. Angel didn't purr. She observed. She didn't cling-she claimed. One glance was all it took. And just like that, the story began: not with fireworks, but with feline fate wrapped in fluff and silent declaration.