Sophia’s povI hadn’t even finished my club breakfast when I dragged Lydia through the gleaming glass doors of one of the most expensive boutiques downtown. The air smelled like it here, exclusive. Some light floral scent covering up the scent of money. While I walked into the halls, her shoes make clicking sounds that drew attention to us as I frowned. I looked back to see her clutching her cheap bag like she was afraid someone would steal from her.Fucking pathetic.“Relax,” I snapped without bothering to look at her again as I turned forward. “You’re with me. No one’s going to ask you to leave… unless you keep moving like you don’t belong.”She jerked, then attempted to straighten her spine, lifting her chin an inch, but it wasn’t enough. I inhaled slowly and deeply before exhaling.A sales woman in sleek black glided over, her eyes sparkling at the sight of me. “Miss Sophia,” she said in a smile, “what a delight it is to see you this morning. What can I do for you today?”“I’d
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