Glow by Lady E

I t was supposed to be a quick stop. I had come to pick up my Cinderella shoes—slip ons that I saw at Greenbelt, but they didn't have my size. While waiting, I wandered into the quiet sanctuary of the boutique floor, the kind where time seems to hush and everything feels like a promise.

  If you're just tuning in, this is Part 2 of my Soft Saturday Diaries. Here's Part 1 .