After a long day at the office, I didn't want to go home. Honestly, I don't want my father to see me this worried and give him explanations. I have decided to leave the driver and drive myself. I need to be alone, walk and distract myself; so, I'm going shopping.

I guess I still can't get rid of this habit. I park my car in the Bal Harbor Shops parking lot and try not to think about Lucas.

I have always liked this site. However, today I visit each of the clothing stores, and nothing seems to like me. Before, I used to find distractions coming here and buying clothes for me, but not anymore; maybe because I am no longer the same woman. So, as I walk through the corridors of this place, completely distracted, someone bumps into me and practically spills all their coffee on me.

"You need to look where you are walking!" a male voice yells at me. As I looked up and met his green eyes, which I had not seen in a lon