Chapter 8

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When we were out of hearing distance of the man, I spoke to Julian.

“I can’t believe that guy. But…” I looked around. Nobody was close enough to hear.

“I heard his thoughts! I’m a listener!” Saying it out loud helped my mood lighten. This was bigger than some guy with his stupid thoughts.

Julian seemed pleased. “I thought so. This calls for a celebration.”

“We’ve been celebrating all day it feels like. I am so glad to get out of the house.”

“So you have had fun?”

“What girl doesn’t like shopping and going to nice restaurants?”

“A shy girl.” Julian teased.

“Come on, I've come out of my shell a bit. I just need to get used to people is all.”

“The wine helps too does it not?”

“Yeah, it really does. So how will we celebrate?”

“Well, I was planning on doing this anyway, if you like. There is a fair in town.”

A smile plastered across my face. My family went to the fair every year. I had missed it this year because I had been on my way here. “And I thought I had missed the fair this year.”

“Not this one. So we should go?”

“Of course! Do I wear this though?” I twirled the plum color dress around my knees. Surely I couldn’t ride many things in this…

Julian paused. “I think not. Let’s get you to the car.” He placed his hand on the small of my back to gently move me along. Butterflies again. His touch was still surprising to me.

When we got to the car, he pressed a button on his keys and the trunk opened. “You should be able to change in the clothing store. Millie shouldn’t mind.”

“She better not, as much money as you spent in there.” I commented. Julian laughed.

“Indeed. And she knows it will not be the last time. I come here quite often with my sisters.”

“No wonder she knew you so well.” I searched one of the bags, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a random shirt. It turned out to be the dark gray shirt with the tiny sparkles and the light jeans. Julian was rummaging through a bag of shoeboxes and pulled out some black boots that I hadn't seen. Black boots should be in every girl's closet. But without socks?

“Wait, I don’t have socks.”

Julian looked toward the boutique. “And you don’t have a jacket. It will get colder. Let’s hurry then, they close at 5:30. We have ten minutes.”

“Okay.” I followed him into the store, and Millie rushed over. “Forget something?” She asked.

“I need a jacket and some socks. And to change into this.” I explained.

Millie saw the outfit and considered a moment. “Do you like suede? I have a black jacket over here that would be nice with most all of the clothes you bought earlier.”

“Suede is fine. Where do I change?”

“Oh, yes dear. Here you go. I’ll get the jacket.” She handed me a key on the stretchy wristlet keychain that hung off her wrist.

“Thanks.” I turned and went into the dressing room.

When I had my clothes on, I stepped out barefoot with the dress folded in one hand, and my shoes in the other. Millie had a bag ready for my dress and Julian handed me a pair of thin black socks that I quickly put on. I saw the jacket that Millie had retrieved when I was slipping on the black boots.

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