Hey Macklemore Wanna Go Thrift Shopping Novels & Stories

The door slammed. Finally, some peace and quiet. Owen was pretty childish, wasn't he? Only now did I realize that without the rose-colored filter I'd placed over him, he was nothing special. Sitting in the cafe downstairs, I received a phone call. "Ms. Shaw, I heard you're starting your own company. If that's the case, do you need any investors?" Had word spread that quickly? "How did you find out I'm going independent? I haven't announced anything publicly yet."

I didn’t. But Gordon did. "I’ll… figure something out tonight," I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind circled Gordon's offer. By evening, desperation had eroded every shred of pride I had left. I wandered into a thrift store, scrolling on my phone for examples of “sexy dresses” because I didn’t even know what counted. After a long, humiliating search, I picked one, a short, body-hugging dress with thin straps. Cheap, but close enough to what I’d seen online.

I wondered how much we were going to make if we opened a thrift store here. I ran my fingers through his clothes and brought his shirt close to my nose to smell it. I always found his Cologne intoxicating. I saw where he put my things, and I arranged them to taste. I hung up the remaining clothes and sat down to relax a bit before Mace arrived. I searched for Grace on social media and luckily got a hold of her. We chatted for a while before she told me she was actually in New York.

“We’re not going to some high-end place where the shop girls might phone your mom the second they see your face. We are hitting the thrift store across the lot.” My eyes nearly popped out of its socket. “A thrift store? As in, used clothes? Do you know what my mother says about those?” There is no way in hell I'm wearing used clothes. “Let me guess, you’ll catch leprosy from a pair of jeans?” he muttered sarcastically. “She said they could carry all kinds of bacteria and diseases from God knows who.” He rolled his eyes at me and opened the door. “Yeah, and your mom also thinks forcing her daughter to marry a rich stranger is totally fine. Let’s rethink our sources of wisdom.”

Felicia nodded in agreement. "All right. Tomorrow we are shopping yes for the purposes of there. You should also buy a jacket that is thick or you will freeze out there." Felicia smiled a little. "Okay." .............. The next morning, Felicia and Glen walk into a shopping mall to shopping for their honeymoon later. After shopping for jackets and clothing, they go to the supermarket just to buy snacks and other necessities. When finished paying, someone called Felicia.

I let the breeze tangle my hair and pretended I wasn’t completely unraveling inside. Macey flipped the visor mirror down. “I have exactly two zits and zero dresses for Milan. I’m a walking emergency.” I smiled. “You’ll be the hottest one there. Milan won’t know what hit them.” She winked. “That’s the goal.” We hit every store that had lighting kind enough for selfies—Zara, Mango, that fancy boutique with the velvet sofas and water in wine glasses. Macey tried on a dramatic red dress that made her look like an expensive scandal. I found a pair of soft denim shorts that hugged my hips in the kind of way that made me feel hot.

I didn't know who recorded the wedding, but the clip of me looking cold and contemptuous toward Yasmin spread like wildfire. Within hours, it had been turned into countless memes. Overnight, I became the century's worst scumbag. One comment read, "Who does he think he is, canceling a wedding over an old watch? Just another pampered heir throwing a tantrum." Another said, "Yasmin is so pitiful. Ten years of her youth wasted, only to be humiliated publicly."

I murmured back before walking past her. I went home quickly to drop the groceries but I stepped out again to buy other stuffs for my upcoming work. I had to search the city for a clothing thrift shop since I couldn’t enter the glamorous shiny bright stores that I’ve walked past around. I will bet their dresses will cost me half of my salary. I needed some new pairs of dresses and skirts that I can use in the office. And also, to be photograph ready whenever Jupiter felt like bringing me out for our stupid theatrics.

He called out and she slowly turned to him. “To get you clothes ofcourse! Don’t you feel ashamed wearing that nonsense all around?!” “Who in their correct mind will hire you dressed like this,” “You’ll only slow my progress of getting a job!” she grumbled as they made their way towards the thrift shop. “Ughhh! You’re costing me a lot!” Gabriella complained as she opened her purse and stared into it. “A thrift shop?!” Jayden muttered with disbelief as they stood in front of the shop, he had never put on a cloth less than a thousand dollar and now he’s about to shop for clothes that’s about five dollars.

"I see it, I like it, I want it,I got it (yeah) I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah) Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no Mrs. Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches l'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches Think retail therapy my new addiction