The day started with you pulling into the mall parking lot, the sun casting a golden glow on everything. You glanced over at Grace Mulgrew, your girlfriend—and one of the most popular YouTubers out there. She was scrolling through her phone, probably checking comments on her latest video for Grace’s Room.

“Alright,” you said, turning off the car. “Ready for a full day of shopping?”

Grace grinned, sliding on her sunglasses. “Ready? I’ve been planning this all week! And don’t worry—I’ll try not to make you carry too many bags.”

You laughed. “That’s a lie and you know it.”

Walking into the mall together was like walking in with a celebrity—because, well, you were. Heads turned, whispers floated through the air. A couple of fans even approached Grace for photos, which she handled with her usual kindness and big smile.

Once you finally made it inside, Grace grabbed your hand and led you straight into her favorite clothing store. “Okay, you have to help me pick out outfits for my next video,” she said, already pulling dresses off the racks.

You held up a bright pink dress with sparkles. “This one screams Grace’s World Barbie vibes.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You know me too well. But… maybe for a themed video.”

An hour passed before you even left the first store, Grace modeling different outfits while you sat in the little chair outside the dressing rooms, pretending to be a fashion critic. “Hmm, that’s a 9 out of 10,” you’d say. “But the last one? That was fire.”

After shopping for clothes, she dragged you to a home décor store. “For my room makeover video,” she explained, grabbing throw pillows and fairy lights like her life depended on it.

Eventually, you both stopped at a café in the mall for iced matcha and croissants. Grace set up her camera for a quick Instagram story. “Spending the day with my favorite person,” she said, panning the camera to you.

You smirked. “Does that mean I’m more important than your subscribers?”

She laughed. “You’re tied with them. For now.”

By the end of the day, your arms were loaded with shopping bags—clothes, décor, and a random pink water bottle Grace claimed she “needed.” As you walked back to the car, she leaned against your shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

“Best shopping day ever,” Grace said.

You smiled, unlocking the car. “Glad I could be your personal bag carrier and fashion consultant.”

Grace grinned. “And my favorite person to spend the day with.”