"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"OMG! There's no fucking way you're not getting this dress." Ophelia chirps besides me, attracting unwanted attention to both of us from the people in the boutique.
She doesn't care and I don't mind either. Ophelia's infectious bright aura and energy is something I need everyday and will never be tired of.
"It's like the dress was made for you." I chuckled at her excitement, while I stand before the full-length mirror, weighing up myself.
Ophelia is right. This dress is really beautiful and I love it already. It's an off-the shoulder vintage printed black mini dress, with long sleeves that goes a little over the length of my hands.
It compliments my body and little curves really well.
We are currently in the third boutique of our shopping spree. We were previously in a Prada store, where Ophelia made me get clothes I'm not sure I'll ever wear, but I didn't complain.
Ashely is a global brand ambassador for Prada, so they didn't hesitate to adorn the best of everything to us.
Before going on the shopping spree, we had dinner and went to the Spa and hair salon. For the first time in a long time, I decided to do something different with my hair.
I got bangs and cut my hair into my shoulder length. I thought about dying it a different color too, but I changed my mind at the last minute. I'll probably do it soon though.
Ashely flew us to LA just for the night in her private jet, which is some hours away from Raywood. I sometimes forget how crazy rich she is.
But there's no denying how fun and eventful the whole day has been.
Of course, there were very few moments that my illness tended to pick up and it made Ashely worried, so worried that she almost called my Mom to meet us.
But I convinced her that everything is fine and thankfully, Ophelia helped too.
"Freya take this skirt. It matches your nails." Ophelia shoves a silver mini— very mini —skirt to my chest, along with other pieces of thin fabric I suppose are tops.
I drop the other items in my hand and examine the skirt around my waist. It does match my silver fixed nails and it's super short as I expected.
I can't think of anywhere I would wear this to, but I don't mind taking it. It's pretty and I like it.
