Chapter 17. Silk and Pretences

"I will be two minutes," Connie purred, attempting to sound seductive as she swept into the fitting room, trailed by an assistant whose expression screamed frustration. It was well past closing time, and this exhausted employee clearly wanted to go home. And fuck did I get it.

"Don't you think, that if you liked THESE dresses that much, you would have bought one eight hours ago?!" I whined loudly, although I felt I deserved a little moan after Connie had trailed me around every shopping centre and boutique all damn day. Just so my delusional mate could search for the 'perfect dress' for this insane Luna ball that she was throwing for herself.

"No, of course not!" Connie giggled as I sat here, depleted, still in my suit, hungry and beyond exhausted; I fully understood the employee's frustrations as I found myself back in the very first shop we had visited this afternoon. Although, hopefully, it was the last store of the night because I still had pack work