Chapter 11
Natalie
An hour later, I stepped into Bergdorf Goodman with Penn’s black card in my wallet. I’d convinced the f**k out of him, and he’d still insisted I needed new clothes. Bastard.
So here I was, meeting Jane for some much-needed girl time and a whole new f*****g wardrobe. The bill was going to terrify me. It was going to take every ounce of willpower not to balk at the prices and agree to the outrageous sum that was sure to be the end result of this excursion.
“Natalie!” a voice called behind me.
I turned in time to see Jane striding into Bergdorf with a pair of her signature Chanel sunglasses pushed to the top of her ash-blonde hair. She was dressed in a pair of black leggings and a soft, fuzzy pink sweater. She looked like she’d just slung it on after a run, but I knew
