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It was bigger than the one at Crescent Pack and even had an amusement park attached to it. "How about we go to Forever 21 first?" Stacy said "Okay," I said "Sounds good to me," Claire said. "You planning on buying more shirts like the one you got on?" Claire asked as I was looking through the clothes "Why? You don't like it?" I asked "Yes, I like it, Jenn. You look cute in that outfit. I am only asking because you don't normally wear things like that, and I want to make sure you know you don't have to change yourself for a guy," Claire said. I knew what she was saying and understood she was trying to give me some sisterly advice. I didn't usually wear anything revealing, but my shirt showed

I lean against the Chevelle, admiring how the morning sun catches the chrome. "Actually, I'm headed to take some of Dad's old clothes to the shelter downtown." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing that little silver nose ring that keeps catching my eye. "Wait, Spencer owned clothes that weren't leather or band shirts?" I clutch my chest in mock surprise. "Next you'll tell me he had a secret collection of polo shirts." Her laugh rings out across the parking lot. "You'd be surprised. Found at least three sweater vests hidden in the back."

TIA POV After Meadow officially ruined the relaxation of my shower, I quickly dressed in the black and green combat clothing I found in the back of her closet. I completely forgot about it; I bought it online for a Halloween customer last year for school. It was human military gear, and I purchased the entire authentic setup.

The twins started pressing buttons and levers, as more supplies on the wall then a Glass stone tube appeared. Olive and Clover squealed in thrill, they walked in having the whole tube spin in a high speed. Once it slowed down they walked out fully dressed, head to toe battle suits, they wore tight silver jackets that reached below the hip. In the lower half they wore silver skinny leather pants, wearing spikes red ankle boots with chains all their bodies. Lastly chains formed into a crown of their cherry hair, as their red-ginger winds danced in and away in the distance as if they were real flames.

He was done putting on his clothes when Spade stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair dripping with water, droplets of them in his chest and body. He looked fucking sexy, Nate's mouth opened up as he almost drooled over the piece of meat in front of him. "Take a picture baby, it lasts longer" Spade muttered arrogantly making Nate to close his mouth and almost roll his eyes at cocky Spade. After a while of going through shirt after shirt, and pants after pants, they finally agreed on something. True their styles were fucking different from each other, what Nate had chosen for Spade was quite different from what Spade had wanted to wear.

Cleo nodded and they walked out from the back to the side of the stage, she even heard Slidell faking a cough when he noticed them sneaking out of the Drollery like what he thought they'd be. - "Are you sure you want to continue this?" He asked for the umpteenth time they got home and was welcomed with a pink board and all of the things where still there and it smelled like the footprints of Penelope. Cleo cringed at the pink fruity smell it emits. "Yes, yes, I'm sure, definitely!" She answered. She got a new set of clothes, a loose white shirt and squared pants and even if it's already nearing midnight, Cleo was still on high spirits to continue his game.

Cleo was on her phone talking ; "Thanks Blake. I will talk to him. Just make sure everything is ready for Monday's status meeting . Keep well bye ." I stood behind the counter watching her and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was in work mode. I looked up and did a double take . She was wearing ; A navy blue v neck capped sleeve knee high shift dress with tribal printed wedge heels . She had left her hair natural, and she was wearing the pearl studs I bought her when we first met . I was speechless. She looked up and smiled at me with tired eyes...

We stopped for iced coffee, decaf for me, obviously, and soft pretzels that Sophie devoured like she hadn't eaten in weeks. "Confession," she said through a mouthful, "I love this. Shopping with purpose. Feels like we're undercover agents. Agent Soph and Agent Em, disguising the evidence." I laughed, shaking my head. "Pretty sure most undercover agents don't waddle into maternity pants." She snorted soda through her nose at that, nearly choking. "Stop oh my God you did not just say waddle!" People stared, but neither of us cared. By late afternoon, we'd conquered nearly every store in the mall. My trunk was full of discreet shopping bags, each one holding a tiny piece of my secret. Flowing t

CLOE POV A spring in my step and that fucked last night ache between my legs and I was all ready to hit round one of Cloe versus Princess Verity. I’d selected one of my new blouses with care, the lightest teal blue, cute but subtle, professional without being too brash. My hair was up in a messy bun, to show off the tailored lines of my new swanky suit jacket. My pencil skirt hugged my ass, and my heels made a satisfying clack as I walked. Yeah, I felt good. I felt ready for this.

That was a pure insult, but I have nothing to say because I can be gross sometimes. “We do nothing, obviously.” Clairmont said, replying to Carter while taking off his cloak and placing it inside his inventory. Following him, I did the same before adjusting my braid. For some reason, white tunic, black pants or skirts, and a pair of brown leather boots have become a go-to outfit for both me and Clairmont. Maybe because it’s easy to acquire them, even though I could buy a myriad of outfits from the [ONLINE SHOPPING] skill.