Chapter 468 In a Fashion Frenzy


    The salesperson sized me up and beamed, "Right away, sir."


    She turned to me, "What''s your style, miss?"


    I nced over at him, lounging in the seating area like he owned the ce, and my mouth quivered


    in spite of myself. All that just to go shopping?


    I could not figure out his angle, and frankly, I did not want to. I just told the salesperson, "I''m all


    aboutfort."


    She nodded and we dove into the racks of clothes.


    It had been ages since I had gone clothes shopping. Lately, I had almost forgotten that I was a


    vibrant young woman in her prime, with the same simple pleasures as anyone else—flowers,


    window-shopping, delicious treats, and a bit of fun.


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    I couldn''t pinpoint when it all started, but my mind was a jigsaw puzzle of broken memories: Kobe,


    torn apart by an explosion, Officer Jackson, hisst breath stolen by a downpour, Renata,


    consumed by mes, Jack, whose heartbeat faded in a hospital bed, and Moore and Christina,


    broken by the cruelty of prison walls. Dead or alive, they were all suffocating memories that weighed


    me down.


    A year had passed, and my life had been drained of hope and color, leaving nothing but shades of


    despair and fear.


    Talk about a sad existence!


    "Miss..." A salesperson''s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.


    I blinked back to reality and noticed her anxious gaze, clothes in hand. "If these aren''t to your liking,


    feel free to browse some more, or perhaps try a different style," she offered.


    Realizing I had zoned out big time, I quickly shook my head and managed a half-hearted smile. "No,


    this one''s fine."


    After all, clothes were just clothes. They covered you up, and that was that.


    "Try on a few more for her!" Lucas called out from the lounge area, his hands propped under his


    chin, eyeszily watching us.


    The salesperson bobbed her head in agreement and scurried off to fetch more options, leaving the


    outfit with me to test out in the fitting room.


    I shot a look at Lucas, lounging there with that infuriatingly charming grin. If it were not for that face,


    I would have cursed him out a thousand times by then. With a re, I disappeared into the fitting


    room.


    The dress was a one-piece, not bad looking, really. Maybe the recent blues had me swimming in it,


    unable to give it the shape it deserved.


    The salesperson''s voice, full of false urgency, nudged me from outside the fitting room. I stepped


    out, zipping up the dress, as she piled on thepliments. Whether it was genuine or just part of


    the sales spiel, who knew?


    I checked myself out in the mirror. The dress was not hideous on me, but it was not exactly a


    showstopper either.


    Lucas, lounging on the couch, shot me a look and tossed out a zinger, "Yvette, you''re as thin as a


    rail. It''s kind of sad."


    The server barely held back a snicker, making me feel awkward.


    I shot Lucas a frosty re and brushed him off, grabbing a bunch of other clothes to try on. The


    saleswoman had a decent eye for my size because the next batch of clothes actually fit pretty well.


    After a few outfits, I was over it and told Lucas straight up, "I''m done trying stuff on. I''m beat."


    Lucas got up, whipped out a card, and handed it to the server, "Bag up everything she''s slipped into


    and ship it to this address." He handed over a card that I guessed had the address on it.


    Once he finished his orders, he eyed the dress I was still in and winced. "It''s not the cutest, but it''s a


    step up from yourst getup. Let''s hit the road."


    I scowled and sidestepped his hand. "I''ve got to change back."


    He arched an eyebrow. "Ditch that disaster of an outfit. It''s an eyesore."


    "You..." I was so steamed I could feel it in my bones, but he was yanking me out of the store before


    I could let loose.


    He did not seem ready to call it quits, and I was not having it, "Lucas, I''m wiped. I need a break."


    He let out a dismissive huff, not even giving me a nce. "The main event hasn''t even kicked off.


    Suck it up!"


    Main event?


    What main event?


    I was clueless, but there I was, getting dragged around to buy several pairs of shoes that actually fit,


    and he even strong-armed me into a pair of heels. They were not skyscrapers, but I did not want to


    wear them. There was no particr reason. They just felt like too much.


    It was nearly two hourster when we finally bailed on the mall. Decked out in new threads, shoes,


    and a bunch of bling, I thought Lucas might be a few cards short of a full deck.


    Giving him a hard look, I could not help but ask, "Were you big on ying with dolls as a kid?"


    He looked at me like I was speaking anothernguage. With a flick of the ignition, he shot me a


    frosty nce. "Start making sense, will you?"


    Jerk!


    I red back at him, barely containing my fury. "If you can''t stand me, why''d you have to doll me up


    into this freak show?" I could note up with any other exnation than his odd obsession with


    ying dress-up.