Page 82 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
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Destiny
The days pass quickly. Candi and I are meeting today to go shopping for clothes I don’t need, though I admit, it would be fun to have something new to bring with me. She meets me at my house and we head to the mall for lunch and a fun afternoon.
After lunch we wander the mall, stopping in a few shops. I pick up a cute tank top and some new flip flops.
“Do you know what you’ll be doing yet?”
“Actually, I don’t. I didn’t ask. I’m figuring we’ll go to dinner a few nights and do some sight-seeing so I’m planning to bring comfortable clothes and maybe a couple dresses.”
“You’ll probably do some swimming too so bring a suit.”
“Right. Good thinking.”
As we approach her favorite trendy boutique store, she tugs my arm and we go in. The style is a little sexier than clothes I usually wear, but sometimes they have a few things that are cute. We flip through the racks and both pick out some pieces to try on.
“Ooo, I like this,” she says, holding up a white, two-piece outfit of a long skirt and strapless, lacy, midriff top.
“Oh, Can. That’s cute. Try it on.”
“No. Not for me. You’re going to try it on.”
I laugh. “Me? And where am I going wearing something sassy like that?”
“Italy.” She pumps her shoulders up and down while wiggling her eyebrows at me with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“No.” I wave my hand at her and shake my head.
She gives me her pouty face. “Fine, okay. Then just try it on for fun.” Handing it to me, she continues flipping through clothing racks.
Once we’ve been through the store and picked out a few things to try on, we head to the fitting rooms, getting two side by side.
I mostly picked out tops since I have plenty of pants and shorts. After trying on everything I brought in, I decide to get a black, open-back, short-sleeve top. It’s not something I’d normally wear, but the front is tasteful and modest.
“Did you try on the outfit yet? I wanna see it.”
“Nope. That’s next.”
I put on the two-piece outfit. It’s certainly pretty, but with a side-slit all the way up the thigh, wearing it in public would be way out of my comfort zone.
“Do you have it on yet?”
“Yes, but I’m not coming out.”
“Then I’m coming in,” she says, pulling back my curtain and coming in, wearing a sexy red dress that plunges to her navel.
“You look amazing in that.” I scan her from head to toe.
“Thanks. I think I’m gonna get it. Here,” she says, handing me a black bikini. “This didn’t fit me, but it’ll probably fit you.”
“But I don’t need another suit.”
“I know. Just try it on. I like the style of it.” She looks me up and down then sweeps my hair up in her hand, putting it on top of my head. “Des, I love this on you. It’s classy with just a tiny hint of sexy.”
“It’s pretty, but I have nowhere to wear something like this.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing in Italy. Just bring it with you. You might find you have somewhere to wear it.” She winks and leaves. “I wanna see the suit when you have it on,” she says from outside my curtain.
