We made our way through the mall's ground floor, walking past perfume counters, glowing storefronts, and couples strolling arm-in-arm. The air smelled like vanilla, fresh fabric, and pretzels from the snack stand near the escalators.
Tessa walked beside Minne, purposely bumping her hip against her every few steps. Minne tried to keep her composure, but Tessa knew exactly how to break her.
"You look too tense," Tessa teased, wiggling her fingers menacingly.
"Mhm?" Minne blinked innocently.
Tessa struck immediately—light, quick tickles at Minne's sides.
Minne squealed, twisting away. "No—Ms. Tessa—! P-please, stop!" She giggled so hard she almost stumbled.
Kim chuckled behind them. "Tessa, don't bully the maid."
"I'm not bullying her," Tessa said proudly. "I'm emotionally preparing her for lingerie shopping."
Nala shook her head, amused. "That is not emotional preparation. That is torture."
