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*****Sofia's POV*****

"Say that again?" Vincent asks, as I stand by his car at the end of the day with Emma by my side - where he had told me to meet him to go home.

He hadn't shown up for our storage room duties and so I figured he had ditched us, but here he was - waiting.

"We were going to go to the mall for a while before going back to your place... oh and can Emma come over again tonight? Daryl said you guys are busy..." I feel like a child asking for permission but know that at this point, Vincent was in charge.

I had to respect that it was his space he was so openly willing to share with me.

He looks between us both, before nodding his head slowly when Daryl approaches us.

"I'll drop you off at the mall but I can't wait around, get in." Vincent states, as I grin at Emma and we rush into the back of the car, allowing Daryl to sit in the front seat.

I chat with Emma about her Moms salon, growing excited about the different packages and things they offer, while Daryl and Vincent seem to discuss something a little more serious in a hushed tone.

It was hard to listen in with the radio playing and with my own conversation going on with Emma but I could tell from the looks on their faces that they were tense about something.

"How are you both going to get back?" Vincent turns down the volume of the radio and questions us, as we notice the large mall coming into view.

I hadn't shopped at a mall in so long...

"Uhh..." Is all I can respond, as Daryl watches me in the mirror - waiting for me to recite my plan to them both.

"We could get the bus?" Emma steps in and suggests, as the pair remain quiet.

I wasn't overly bothered about how we would get back there, knowing that it would be worth the fun visit to the mall - we would worry about that later.

"I'll come back for them." Daryl suggests, as I suddenly feel like I was becoming a problem.

"No please don't worry! We will figure it out, I know you are both busy so don't stop your plans for us!" I detest the idea, as Vincent pulls up to the front doors on a part of the road that I didn't believe was actually a parking space...

when Reid gets there I'll come pick them up." Daryl tells

final say at this point. Every time I tried to disagree with him it ended nowhere and would only be a waste of everyone's

Emma opens the door and I shimmy out

the door, we hurry inside, hearing the rev of Vincent's fancy car taking off

rush through the centre and head inside finding a variety of costumes and colours displayed on the

wall, we move towards

Emma holds up a pair of brown leather hot pants and a

necessary - as I lost it for a split

old life style, my careless spending and

I had more than enough money now to spare - at least for one day! "I'll take the black shorts with the red sparkly waistcoat, what do

black cowboy hat!" I say, grabbing the hat and

the pink sparkly waistcoat! Should I do the pink hat or the brown?" I

especially with your hair all blonder!" She states as I laugh knowing I looked

where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next

on the stuff, counting down from three behind

we laugh and prance around -

the dressing room for a few more minutes, Emma and I decide to

to the checkout, pay for our selections, and

glass windows that it's a

big smile is at the reception desk. She looks up as we enter,

mom. It's so nice to finally meet you, Sofia.

I reply, feeling

do I owe the pleasure of my daughter visiting me at work today?" She looks to Emma with

done," Emma explains. "And maybe our nails, too. Do you have any space for us?" Emma looks around at

deal for hair and nails for seventy five dollars. Of course, I'll do yours on the house Emma - I

at Emma, who's already grinning, and I nod eagerly. "That sounds perfect!"

over to a stylist, who begins discussing my preferences while Linda gets to work on Sofia knowing already what she wanted. Emma opts for a trim and some

excitement building. It's been a while

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