Bella
“Just a little shopping” with Daphne was like a marathon.
I felt extremely awkward as Daphne dragged me from store to store. I dodged people and kept my eyes glued to the floor. “But I don’t need any more clothes,” I protested as she took things off of racks and demanded that I try them on. I guess shopping is a sport for the modern affluent woman, but for me, it was a terrible form of torture. I was bored looking at the racks of clothes, and trying on all the outfits that Daphne threw at me was awful. It didn’t matter how beautiful the clothes were, I knew I didn’t need them, and I refused to buy them.
And then she led me to a popular and very pink lingerie store. I had even heard of this store, despite my very isolated upbringing. It was a whole store dedicated to bras, un
