*Shelby*
I walked out of Amorebelle wearing a new outfit with light pink clothing bags weighing down each arm. I could not remember a time in my life when I had gotten this many new clothes at one time.
I also had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that these clothes cost more than I made in an entire year.
The saleswomen Jane and McKenzie wouldn’t let me look at the price tags on anything, but as they were ringing up my picks, I caught a glimpse of the total on the computer screen. I didn’t know how I would ever be able to pay Michael back for this shopping trip.
I also couldn’t help but wonder how often he did this for women. Jane, who’d worked at the shop the longest, had recognized him when we walked in the door.
I didn’t have time to contemplate this because I noticed a maid I recognized from the yacht. She made her way to me and started relieving me of my bags. I made sure to keep the bag with my dress and shoes for the evening.
