StarNovel"Stop scrolling," Martin took Serena's phone gently, and gently reassured her, "lI know you're bummed out. Let's hit the mall
tomorrow, take a little breather."
The next morning.
Martin was with Serena at Summerfield's biggest mall. Before they even stepped inside, his phone rang.
“Dad.”
Whatever the man on the other end said, Martin's face twisted with difficulty. He glanced at Serena and patted her shoulder,
signaling that he needed a moment to talk.
Serena knew it must be his family causing trouble again. Though she was inwardly seething, she managed a tender nod.
Martin stepped aside, whispering, “I'll be there as soon as | wrap this up.”
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The man on the phone seemed furious. Martin's eyes clouded with complexity. He saw Dora waiting patiently with a girl in a
wheelchair, her silhouette tinged with loneliness. He'd been neglecting her lately, and guilt gnawed at him.
“Dad, like | said.”
The man cut him off, his voice harsh. Martin could only suppress his frustration, replying, “Understood.”
After hanging up, Martin collected himself and walked back to Serena. She spoke up before he could start.
“You go handle your business; Dora's got me.”
Her words deepened Martin's remorse. “Serena.”
“It's alright. We've got a lifetahead. If you can’t stick around this time, just make it up tolater.” She softened her voice,
“Kneel down for a sec.”
Martin knelt beside her.
In the next moment, Serena kissed him lightly, “Don’t worry about me, I'll head hafter shopping.”
The clouds in Martin's heart scattered.
“Let's roll, Dora.”
Dora, witnessing their sweet exchange, smiled as she pushed the wheelchair, “Don’t fret, Sir. I'll take good care of Serena.”
“Callif you need anything,” Martin reminded them as they moved away.
“Will do.”
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The mall was alive with cheerful holiday tunes, a festive spirit in the air.
Dora wheeled Serena to the directory. “Let's check out the second floor.”
Serena pointed to a jewelry store on the directory, RY, known for its exquisite pieces.
As they approached RY, a sales associate, Holly, passed by. Serena was about to call her nwhen Holly averted her gaze,
pretending to be busy.
“Holly,” Serena wasn't pleased, but she kept her grace, “Can't you see me?”
Holly turned, slightly surprised, “Serena? Oh, I'm sorry, | didn't notice you. With the hat and sunglasses, | didn't recognize you.”
Serena bristled at being addressed so informally. “Any new arrivals?”
“There are,” Holly eyed her with unease, “but we're expecting VIP clients soon and will be closing for them. I'm worried you won't
get the full experience, Serena. Maybe browse sother shops first?”
“Holly, | recall you being far more accommodating on my previous visits.”
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