Val’s P.O.V

Bending down and holding up the sleek black box with the emblazoned brand logo. My friends, Juliette, Brielle, and Talia, leaned in, their eyes wide with excitement than the anguish they’d just had and endured.

The anticipation was palpable. The girls oohed and ahhed over the product as I carefully opened the box, the sound of the wrapping paper rustling and the tape ripping echoing through the sitting room. Everyone gathered closer, their faces filled with curiosity.

“What ...