Chapter Fifteen

Paris was not an abrupt decision, and we all still had two days to pack—but unlike Mila and Sophie, I did not have much to pack for the trip, besides I wasn’t even much of a fashionista myself which makes me the hermit of the group… I think. But I still knew my style, though, of course, I wasn’t going to go to Paris in just plain old clothes.

“Do you like that?”

I immediately cocked my head away from the coat that I was eyeing and left the spot. Trying to act casual, I plastered a timid smile and walked towards Mila and Sophie. Awkward.

Mila pouted, “Do you like that coat?”

I shrugged, “It’s nice, but I won’t even wear it every day. It’d be just a waste of money,” I said as I check on the cheaper ones.

What I’m thankful for the both of them was that they were never really the type to smother on my face all the money they had in their pockets—of course, obviously, they’d look pampered over me with their posh nails and customized Louis