y
ted candle could fake. I moved toward a rack near the back, looking at a simple, dar
ady crossing the room before I'
y n
d past me and pulled a differe
of dress that looked like it belonged on a runway rather than a person who once ate noodles for six days straight to make re
or your opinion
aid, turning to hand it to
o calm a
ady knowing that arguing with
to have the last word, flipping the little
opped straigh
taring at the number like it might grow z
said, entire
costs more than my entire life," I h
Put it back on the rack again and I'll just buy it anyway. It's still a wi
stretching on endlessly, offering up nothing but glittering fabric and impossible choices. Alex still had that unreadable
he announced. "Which means we need to leave in ten minutes, which means..." he clapped his hands together once for dramatic effect. "N
concept of boundaries or personal space evaporated the moment luxury shopping was involved. I let myself be herded l
eered toward the fitting rooms by two men who clearly weren't used
I owned combined, and something ugly and uncomfortable settled low in my chest. It wasn't g
ng aside and dragg
would be-if not for the little twist in my gut. I tried a few experimental spins, half-expecting the mirrors to catch me out as an imposter, someone wh
was patiently waiting, and whatever he saw o
"but I feel like some kind of a project, not an assistant or a person,
se, maybe, like he hadn't expected that hit to land
deflecting tone he used on Milo when he didn
lous dress. "You picked the clothes," I went on. "You picked the hairdress
ready for that one, and for a
feel like..." he sighed and dragged his hand through his hair. "That wasn't the po
tonight to be easy for you..." His lips thinned, like he was already r
mean it, and somehow, that made
as pretending not to eavesdrop, scrolling his phone in a way that was far too obvious. A bubble of nervous laughter tried to br
in. "But next time, ask first. I mig
followed was smaller than his usual sm
made it worth it-al

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