Esme's POV
I smiled sheepishly when Charlie grabbed the last of the bags of mine and walked inside with them. I linked my arm with Rachel's as we followed after him and Dale.
"I think we could've gotten more," Rachel muttered.
I gave her a side-eye then laughed softly. "If we went to Target then maybe, but we didn't. So that's your fault." She was such a shopaholic. I too like shopping, but not like Rachel. She once maxed out her dad's credit card once over a new iPhone and had to have it. She was sixteen when that happened, and not much has changed since.
"Damn, I knew I wanted to go somewhere else. Thanks for not telling me sooner.
"Where do you want these, my Lady?" Charlie asked standing beside Dale who had more in his hands and arms. I felt bad, but they refused to allow us to he
