Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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Before I can garner it within me to get out of the car like my family has, Amelia calls. "Darling, I saw. Meet me at Chanel," I hear her asking them if they could close the store to which a sale associate wouldn't dare refuse to someone of her status and loyalty to the brand. If Amelia is asking for something like that I was really be in crisis. "I'll call the girls."
That's all she has to say, "Can you make another stop for me?" I lean forward to ask the driver now that the men in my family have left.
When he does I empty my wallet of cash to my knight in shining amour for the day. Fuck knows he had one hell of drive with the Stroll family.
It's not even ten when I push through the Chanel doors to find Amelia in the shoe section. Elsa is just beyond her, debating a pair of green heels in the store mirror "Well ladies, what do we think?"
"Green is your color." I agree, scanning the selection myself.
Time to think about something besides my naked pictures being strewn all over the internet for the world to see.
Anything else.
For a time I do forget.
The three of us are gathered around tea after having made our shoe and bag purchases to power up for the clothes.
Fashion is sacred to us we'd never risk spilling our tea on these masterpieces. "So, how do you ladies feel about letting me pick your dresses for the wedding?"
"When it comes to clothes I trust you with my fucking life." I say and Elsa nods in agreement.
"So we need shoes? What colors?" Elsa asks, always the one thinking logistics.
"Don't worry about a thing, I'm style you head to toe." Our blonde bestie squeals in excitement. She's bound to spend hours on this project. Each of them an hour I know she'll be thrilled to spend.
"So, you never said how you're feeling." Amelia asks in my direction.
Me? Just dandy. "I'm... managing." No point in lying to these girls. Keeping it short and smile so I don't burst into tears.
"I fucking hate men." Elsa growls in my defense.
You can say that again.
"You don't have to put on a smile with us." Amelia reaches for my knee.
At that moment Carmen comes tumbling through the door with her laptop in one hand and a stack of books in the other. "I only have like two hours. Did I miss the bags? Oh tea good! I'm starving. Today is so busy at work I'm going to have to wolf late now so I hope you know much I love you all."
A tiny little thing all wired up from work she flits over straight to the bags, Amelia pouring her tea.
"It was Chad. Those pictures are ones I sent to him, last year when he was in Ibiza."
