MAVERICK XANDER
What is wrong with her?
This is literally the fourth boutique we have been to today, but she hasn't selected anything yet. Whenever she sees price tags, she is always on the move. Running out of the store like she is being chased by a ghost.
How on earth was she a Luna in her former pack when she can't even tolerate the prices of clothes, let alone the shoes and bags I planned on purchasing for her.
“I - I - I can't do this, can we try another store?” She asked, checking the price tag on the black gown she picked.
“Here we go again," I murmured to myself. “Hell no Elissa, this is our final bus stop and we ain't leaving here until you get those damn clothes, shoes, jewelry, and bags I plan on buying for you.”
“They are expensive, I haven't purchased something this exp
