Rain pelted against the glass of The Vintage Vault, but inside, the air was thick with the heavy scent of old leather, vintage wool, and decades of dust. Megan didn’t mind the clutter, she loved the quiet hunt. What she hadn’t anticipated, stepping out of her damp navy canvas Toms to try on a simple pair of red ballet flats, was how quickly a quiet afternoon browse would spin completely out of control.
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