LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｆａｋｅ Ａｎｄ Ｔｈｅ Ｃｒａｚｅｄ ＂ (5/5)

Jac Lexington let out a frustrated scream that ricocheted through Barneys New York as she took in her appearance in the wall mirror. She hadn't screamed in such a way since her mother, Eve, had told her she was being cut off from Damon Felix but her reflection was the most biggest atrocity she'd ever laid eyes on - and big atrocities called for "bratty, rich girl" screams.

"Holy fuck, Jac, are you okay?" She heard Benny Costa call from outside the spacious, silver dressing room.

"Perhaps, we should get some help..." The sales attendant murmured.

"And more champagne while you're at it, please." Veronica Conrad cackled.

Jac only groaned as the sales attendant asked for their ages again , to which Veronica gleefully replied with barely twenty-one, and gave one last glower at her reflection. The girl before her was clad in a dark forest green Victoria Beckham slip dress, jet black hair long and flowing down her bare back and emerald eyes glaring at someone unseen. If that was how she looked, Jac absolutely hated herself.

Shimmying out of the dress and back into her black lace romper, she fought the fidgety feeling inside of her that had been haunting her skin since she'd woken up that morning. It was her B-day shopping spree and yet all she wanted to do was sink into a scorching jacuzzi of empty thoughts.

She didn't know why she felt so agitated.

Maybe it was because she'd woken up with a hangover from partying after the brunch last night. Or maybe it was from the fact she'd forgotten how annoying Veronica could be. Or the fact she kind of missed Paisely even if she did turn out to be evil. Or the fact that Benny Costa wouldn't shut up about Seth Montador wanting to stay friends - what did she expect from a drunken hookup anyway?

Or maybe it was the text still sitting in the inbox of her phone, the pretty number 57 smiling up at her every time she checked it. The certain text was definitely number 55, right between a text from Lindsey Wells - whom she left on read - and a text from her mother - whom she hadn't read at all - and it read so beautifully that it was uncanny;

'Your eyes gleam of forest green, with flecks of ice that demean those who reach, but I know the blue of sadness that swims between, forests and winters and all that lies beneath.'

It was the second text she'd gotten since the brunch, although she didn't know who the text was from anymore. Her first thought had been Damon who usually always had such outlandish, romantic things to say. However, Damon was a charming jerk, not a poet. Then she'd thought of Blake but she had a feeling the moment in the Cosmopolitan hall had been the last time.

Nonetheless, Jac felt herself itching to text back, or at least figure out who - "I need another dress!" She cried abruptly through her thoughts, tossing the satin slip dress over the glossy mauve door. "And none in forest green, please!"

She heard an oof! From the bubbly sales attendant as the dress landed on her head.

"We didn't even get to see how the dress looked." Benny protested but Jac ignored her, collapsing on the lavender ledge seat of the dressing room and slipping into the Miu Miu heels the sales attendant had been urging her to try since she walked through the double glass doors. They were velvet, high heels that were supposedly red wine but Jac was starting to think they were mahogany - and the sales attendant was just a 'guess for a check'.

Kicking off the heels as soon as she'd put them on, Jac grabbed them by the heel and slid open the dressing room door, tossing the heels onto the pearly white carpet. "I hate the color."

"Yes," Veronica practically hissed, leaping up from her seat next to Benny on the amethyst-colored couch that gleamed underneath the large, white chandeliers. Glass of wine in one hand, she picked up the heels Jac had discarded and shrugged at Benny's narrowing glower. "What? They're the last pair and they've already been discontinued online."