"Woah, did someone die?" Moira finished her ascent up the stairs, both hands full of shopping bags and more being hauled by the bodyguards behind her. Bodyguards. "This house feels like a cemetery."
"What did you do, buy all of the Marais?" I grabbed a Gucci bag from her and peered inside. There was a box of shoes, and upon moving the lid a little bit, a stunning pair of heels came into view. "Oo, cute!"
"Right? I couldn't resist." We continued onward toward her room, meanwhile I kept grabbing bags and looking at what she'd purchased. "Where's Marco?"
"I don't know. We had a fight." Setting the bags in my hands down, I looked at her Versace purchase next.
"A fight about what?" She raised an eyebrow at me, disappointment clear in her eyes.
"He said I shouldn't keep secrets because we're allies, and admittedly, now that I've had some time to think, he's right about that. But then it went south."
"The bad way or the make-up sex way?"