We reached downstairs and walked straight into Zara’s car. She drove all the way to the mall, humming happily like someone who already planned to cause trouble.

“Have you written the list of what we’re getting, or we’re just shopping as we see things?” I asked her.

“I don’t have time for lists. We just shop as we like. We should spend our men’s money.” She said it with so much confidence that I pitied Aiden immediately. She was not going to stop until his account entered ...