Chapter 88

Sylvia's POV The afternoon light filtered through the massive glass ceiling of Crescent Mall as Noah, Melody, and I made our way across the polished floors. The largest shopping center in the city buzzed with weekend energy, voices echoing against marble and glass. "Third floor for the clothing department," I said, leading our little group toward the escalators. The displays around us showcased everything from casual wear to formal attire, a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics that almost made my wolf senses tingle with sensory overload. Noah carried tiny Melody in his arms, following close behind me. His golden hair caught the overhead lights as he shifted his Sylvia's weight. "Should we go directly to the children's boutique?" he asked, adjusting Melody's position against his chest. "Yes, it's just past the women's section over there," I pointed toward the far end of the floor. "You know," he said casually, "since we have the whole afternoon free, why don't you browse a bit for yourse