Lacey ran her hand over the fine fabrics of all the clothes in Amour as they walked past, admiring the sheen and softness of the materials. She had never had such clothes up close, let alone own them. While she was growing up, she was lucky to get her sister’s hand-me-downs.

Julien placed his hand on the small of her back, walking with her to the front desk. A well-dressed man approached with dark, short hair, a fashionable day-old beard, and was impeccably dressed. It was obvious ...