CHAPTER FORTY

Sunday turned too boring for Claire. Decidedly, she and Gena met in the afternoon for a little shopping to clear her head—the distraction she needed to forget him.

"How was your date with Harry last night? He took you to his place, didn't he?" asked Claire while going through some handbags beautifully displayed in her regular boutique.

"Ugh, don't even remind me," Gena replied with rolled eyes. She was having the best champagne glass provided by the boutique as a token. "It was horrible," she added, sitting cross-legged after a long sip.

Claire scowled, staring at Gena over her shoulder. "Horrible? Why?" She returned the first handbag and grabbed another one.

"You wouldn't guess, my friend. That guy took me to his parent's house, can you imagine? Not his place! His parent's!"

"Oh wow!" Claire was baffled, her mouth hanging open.

"You have no idea how rattled I felt when I stood before his perfect family," Gena said. "His mom was something else, Claire. She ate me alive with just a sin