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She seemed asexual. When we got back to the hotel Monica and Karen were already there. I had spoken telepathically with them to tell them of our plans to shop. We spent almost every bit of the money. I bought sexy lingerie and underwear. I bought Apple Bottoms as well as Dolce and Gabbana. I bought Jimmy Choo and Prada. Julie had bags of spiked chokers and patterned tights. She bought combat boots and leather pants as well as expensive T-shirts bearing rock stars and anime characters. After we showed off our new things, I addressed my ladies.

As I stepped into the elegant foyer of Alice’s home, I felt a quiet confidence in my choice of attire. My black skirt suit was timeless, tailored to perfection, and paired with simple jewelry that added just the right touch of sophistication. I didn’t need to scream luxury; I wanted to embody understated elegance, and I think I succeeded. I had officially decided to boycott top brands and I did, I bought this suit from a new designer I came across online, I loved her work so I decided to support her.

"And were you the one who reported the hotel incident? That was between us." I still didn't answer, wanting to see that feisty side of her come out. "Hey, I'm talking to you." A slow smile curved my lips as I pulled up in front of a clothes store. It was Benix Suddon. They had some of the most expensive clothing in the city, a place that could turn a gorgeous woman into something irresistible. And as she spoke I couldn't stop imagining her in that silky black gown I had seen a year ago, a gown I once imagined my girlfriend would wear to our first date that never happened.

CHAPTER 28 Cassandra stepped into her favorite boutique, a small yet elegant shop tucked away in the corner of the city. It was her go-to spot for finding something both chic and understated, the kind of outfit that allowed her to blend in while still feeling like herself. She quickly scanned the racks, pulling out a simple yet stylish navy dress that hugged her figure without being overly formal. The shop attendant recognized her instantly, offering a warm smile and showing her to the fitting room.

I did not know the characters, but I liked the way they looked. I was able to get 3 shirts, 3 tank-tops, 3 pants, 3 skirts, and 3 dresses for 369 dollars. I used the last 31 dollars to get me panties, socks, and stockings. I handed Blake everything I picked out, and he carried them to the clerk sitting at the register. The lady ranged everything up, with the total being 432 dollars. I went over my budget, but I was sure it would be okay. I pulled the money out of the bag, handing the lady four 100 dollar bills, three 10 dollar bills, and two 1 dollar bills. She bagged everything up in paper bags with strings at the top, handing them to Blake.

She snatched the photo, turned, and stormed out as the guys had a good chuckle at her expense. Thanks to Daniel, Cassie knew exactly where to go to buy the clothes. One of the two Pretty Kitty clothing stores was located near the office, and that was exactly where she headed. Anticipation filled her as she entered the store but wavered as she scanned the store in awe. It was heavily stocked with a level of taboo that she had never seen, lingerie that made heads turn, aisles of props and toys, and the most revealing tops, skirts, and dresses imaginable. Blushing, she began to flip through the closest rack.

My outfit was like what a man would wear; the only difference is that I made the jacket as a mini black cloak. The store was like I never expected. The products were laid down in a fashionable way all around the shop. Decorated with flowers with multiple colors. The store was full of customers. As I expected, even if he started his business early, his products would still be popular. A girl wearing a strange outfit welcomed me and asked what the thing that I specifically

one of them squealed, holding up a glittery gown. Lena tossed her hair back and smiled proudly. "I know," she said, grabbing the dress without even glancing at the price. She walked ahead, her friends giggling and following her like shadows, as she continued picking clothes off the racks without a care. ….…………………………………… Naomi tilted her head, scanning the shelves in the tiny bookstore. Her fingers brushed over the spines of books. She barely noticed when someone stepped beside her. "Looking for something specific?" a smooth voice asked.

“Well, I like black clothing. And charcoal gray. And dark red. I like form-fitting knits, like knit midi skirts and dresses with pencil skirts and plunging v necks or cowl necks. I like pleated skirts, and I like how it looks when girls wear thigh highs with the garter showing, or thigh high socks. I like velvet in general. And I’ve always wanted a flowy white lace sundress. And maybe some brown tweed.” “Girl, you are such a goth. You’ll fit right in. All that is doable on a tiny amount of money. Just let daddy’s pretend charge card take care of it. Let’s go have fun. Ever been to a consignment shop? It’s a fancy word for Goodwill.” Our first stop, to my embarrassment, is a Victoria’s Secret

And winning the lottery is only an imagination for me. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it.