(Tara's POV)
“Samantha,” I hissed as she walked around the boutique and pointed at the design of the clothes the staff must get. She glanced at me and smiled. “We’re not yet done, darling,” She said in an alluring tone. My eyes bulged on the prices of the clothes, and I hate to think that she will spend millions on non-important things before the day ends.
She noticed that I kept looking at the tags of the items. “Buying the whole shopping mall won’t make Blake poor, Tara,” She whispered.
“Just buy the whole shopping mall, then,” I joked, rolling my eyes.
She chuckled. “Good suggestion! Wait-” She turned her direction to Blake, Matthew, and Bree. They tirelessly listened to her stories. I could hear Blake laughing as Bree annoyingly told them how the chickens would not listen to her.
“I was just kidding,” I said, holding her arm.
Samantha grinned. “Next would be-”
“Samant
