Time flew by.
By the afternoon, Miss Vanessa's zeal for shopping had not diminished one bit.
Except for a half-hour coffee break at the cafe, her pace was relentless.
Amelia thought it terrifying how a delicate young lady, not from a sports background, could have such stamina, right?
When Amelia's hands could no longer carry anything, Vanessa still claimed she hadn't shopped enough.
Knowing Amelia's surname was Shallow, she kept calling her "Handsome Shallow" and "Little Shallow" incessantly.
"What kind of bodyguard are you," she said to Amelia. "I think with your looks, you should be a celebrity. Why don't you quit? I know many friends in film and television, and I can introduce you to them?"
Amelia politely answered her, "No, thank you."
Vanessa gave Amelia a flirtatious look, "The cool and abstinent male god trope is all the rage now."
Amelia: "..."
She was clearly a happy-go-lucky little princess, okay?
