ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ ⇒ 𝕁𝕆ℍℕ 𝕃𝔼ℕℕ𝕆ℕ

⋄ ⅩⅬⅠⅤ ⋄

❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗,❞

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| January 1st, 1965 |

Charlotte's POV

They entered the shopping mall and glanced at each other, grinning widely.

"C'mon let's go have fun!" Charlotte grabbed her hand and lead her to a nearby clothing store, showing her various dresses.

"That'll look nice on you," She lifted a black and tan hound's-tooth dress from the hooks and held it up to Cynthia. "Why don't you go try it on?" 

Cynthia nodded enthusiastically and grabbed it from her hands, disappearing around the corner into the fitting room. Soon after, she came out and spun around in front of her new friend.

"That looks great!" Charlotte complimented.

"Can you zip me up?" Cynthia turned around and revealed the open back.

"Of course," She stood up and grasped the zipper, rising it up.

Charlotte stepped back and saw Cynthia smiling blissfully.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do," Cynthia held the hem of the dress and admired it.

"There's a mirror over here," Charlotte pointed to a nearby mirror and the two stood in front of it. "You look gorgeous,"

"Thank you," She bowed her head shyly.

Charlotte lightly grabbed her chin and held it up.

"No need to be shy, be confident! Know who you are and what you're capable of, which is maxing out your husbands credit card," She smirked, holding Cynthia's shoulders and placing her chin on her collarbone.

Cynthia gasped and turned around so she can see Charlotte.

"When did you take his card?"

"Before we made our grand exit, I snatched it outta his wallet,"

"Should we really?" Cynthia whispered, worried that she might get in trouble.

"Why the fuck not? He's not here to stop us," Charlotte waved the plastic in the air, feeling powerful, gaining rude glances from other customers.

"O—Okay," She hesitantly agreed.

"Find some more dresses ya like, maybe I can get an outfit or two for myself as well," She draped her arm over her shoulder. "Come on, Cyn, let's go on a shopping spree!"

Cynthia and Charlotte spotted a handful of dresses and other clothing and waltzed up to the cash register confidently. As Charlotte handed the cashier John's credit card, she glanced at Cynthia and snickered. 

They sprinted down the large walkway feeling true and pure happiness together with their hands filled with shopping bags. Cynthia was eyeing a shoe store and Charlotte followed her in watching her pile pairs of heels and boots into her arms.

"Oooo bad girl, spending all her husbands money," Charlotte laughed, causing her to giggle as well.

"Hahaha I learn from the best," She replied.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a husband,"

Cynthia approached the register and put all the shoes on the counter. Charlotte slapped the credit card into her hand and winked at her. The cashier took it from her hands and rung up her massive pile of heels and boots. Cynthia felt powerful at that moment, she was rebelling against her husband and against society itself.