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FEATHER - SABRINA CARPENTER ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
Chapter twenty seven
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"Intimate"
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"Why am I dressed like a bodyguard again?" Alessandro asked, his voice dripping with a mix of confusion and mild irritation. He trailed behind me as we entered the next store, his tall frame and all-black outfit blending in with the serious security guard stationed at the door.
I barely looked up from the rack of clothes I was flipping through. "I don't know. I didn't dress you, did I?"
"You gave me black sunglasses and a black cap," he retorted, pulling off the cap to examine it like it was an alien object. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair before putting it back on, though he clearly wasn't sold on the look.
"You were already dressed in black," I pointed out with a shrug, "so it's not my fault you look like one. The glasses were just to match with mine." I gestured to the identical shades perched on my nose and moved on to the next rack, unfazed by his growing exasperation.
He sighed heavily, still not letting it go. "Then will you explain the name tag on my shirt that says Sandy?" He jabbed a finger at the plastic tag pinned to his chest as if it were the final straw.
I bit back a grin as I glanced at him. There he was, all six-foot-something of him, decked out in black from head to toe, dark sunglasses covering his eyes, and that ridiculous name tag declaring him as "Sandy" in bold letters. It was hilarious.
"I needed to borrow one of their staff badges to get the VIP dressing rooms, and you were closer to the manager than I was," I explained, trying-and failing-to sound innocent.
"So you just... slapped it on me?" He raised an eyebrow behind the dark glasses. "You make it sound like a crime." I returned to the rack of clothes, this time pulling out a dress I actually liked.
"Besides, you look good in it."
"Right. Because that's what I was going for," Alessandro muttered, tugging at the tag in annoyance.
"It looks like you're hiding me," Alessandro muttered, his tone sharper now.
I sighed, sensing the tension rising between us. "You know I can't be seen with you, Alessandro."
"Why do you care so much about what the world thinks?" His voice softened, though the frustration lingered. "All I care about is being with you. This is between us, not them."
I didn't want to have this conversation here, not in public, not with all these eyes on us.
"Can we not do this right now? We're being watched." | gestured subtly toward the group of people filming us from outside the store. Alessandro's head turned, his gaze hardening as he noticed them.
