Shadows In Durango

50

*****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

final say at this point. Every time I tried to disagree with him it

I chime, before Emma opens the door and I

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

points towards the dress up store, as we rush through the centre and head

boots on the far wall, we move towards them and find the rest of

pair of brown leather hot pants and a pair of black leather hot

waistcoat style crop tops we grow more excited than what was necessary - as I lost it for a split second and

back into my old life

I decided to push my thoughts aside knowing I had more than enough money now to spare - at least

the hat and placing it

the pink sparkly waistcoat! Should I do the

with your hair all blonder!" She states as I

continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for

head into the dressing rooms to try on the stuff, counting down

laugh and prance around - happy

more minutes, Emma and I decide to purchase

for our selections, and then make our way

approach the salon, I can see through the glass windows that it's a bustling place,

is at the reception desk. She looks

greet us with open arms. "I'm Linda, Emma's mom. It's so nice to finally meet you, Sofia. Emma's told me so much about you already - we are ecstatic that she

you too," I reply, feeling instantly welcomed by her warm

my daughter visiting me at work today?" She looks to Emma

Do you have any space for us?" Emma looks around

package deal for hair and nails for seventy five dollars. Of course, I'll do yours on the house Emma - I couldn't dare to charge my own daughter - and I can

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

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 light highlights to freshen up her look, while I decide to

stylist starts working on me, I feel a sense of excitement building. It's been a while since I've treated