Chapter 58. Jealous of Me

CHARLOTTE

When we finally finished shopping, we headed to the exit.

Emma strutted ahead, her heels clicking against the polished tiles like a runway model with the brand-new sunglasses she just got from the fashion perched on her nose.

She had bought so much that two mall attendants had to trail behind her, their hands overloaded with glossy shopping bags that swung like pendulums.

“Look at her walking like she paid for everything and even ours,” Olive said.

I chuckled softly and shook my head. “She’s a character.”

“Right! I am glad you are getting used to her,” Olive replied.

I smiled back.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.”

We both laughed as we carried our own bags—two for Olive, one for me.

“It’s your lucky day and yet you bought so little,” Olive teased, giving me a pointed smile.

I just shrugged and smiled back.

But the smile faded the moment we stepped out of the mall.

Two massive men in dark suits s