The next morning I escaped from Carter’s apartment to meet up with Scarlett, Amber and Avery for brunch. They all wanted to help me find a suitable gown for the gala. I reluctantly took Carter’s credit card that he shoved into my purse.
After brunch at a quirky café, the girls dragged me into some fancy boutique stores. They looked like they were for rich people. The sales attendants turned their noses up at me when they saw us walk into the store. Maybe I should have dressed nicer instead of wearing ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and Vans.
The four of us browsed the racks but I found myself instinctively gravitating towards the sale rack. Do not get me wrong, I’m not a poor person. I just like to live within my means. I’m not a ball gown, glitz and glamour type of girl. This whole situat
