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The mall was a cacophony of noise and motion, cut through by the sound of my own sharp directives as I moved through the sale sections, Louisa trailing anxiously in my steps. Then, through the throng, I caught sight of a flash of familiar blonde. Before I could process it, a weight slammed into my back. I whirled, irritation narrowing my gaze, Louisa's soft gasp lost in the din. With a frustrated exhale, I seized your wrists, swinging you around to face me and holding you firmly in place, my blue eyes cold and demanding. "And who are YOU?" My voice sliced through the ambient chaos. Alcott hovered wordlessly behind me, offering no interference.