it's been about a week or so since Taylor decided to stay with us, we've all loved getting to know her. she does help the maids by cleaning up, and will weed the garden, I've also seen her picking flowers and putting them in her room along with hanging her drawings on the wall. she's an amazing artist, she drew a picture of Grandfather and it was spot on.
"hey Taylor." i said as i walked into the living room, seeing her watching a movie with Carlos.
"hey!" she said with a smile.
"do you wanna go shopping?" i asked her.
"what do you mean? i have clothes." she told me.
"one outfit is not enough, i was thinking we could get you a couple of outfits and some stuff for your room." i explained to her.
"um, well, i don't want you to spend money on me." she said, but i could tell by her face that she wanted to go.
"come on, you at least need a pair of shoes." i told her. i hadn't seen her wear shoes once, and am starting to question if she has them.
"okay, i guess." she said with a shrug, getting up.
"i'm coming too!" Castro called from his room.
"we're fine!" i shouted back.
"i'm not asking, i wanna see her get the right stuff, not that Victoria Secret shit." he said walking in. he does love a trip to the mall, i guess she does deserve the higher end stuff.
"what's Victoria Secret?" she asked.
"just a store." i told her, not wanting to get into it.
"lets go tell Grandfather." she said before jumping up and running into his office to tell him.
"you gonna spoil her?" asked Carlos once she was gone.
"you know it." i said with a smile.
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as we got to the Mall, we walked past the other stores to the higher end part. i could tell that Taylor felt outta place with all the people wearing designer clothes and she was just in a t-shirt, jeans, and no shoes. she got a couple of dirty looks, till Castro gave them a glare and they backed away in fear of his size.
"here we go." i said once we got to my favorite store, i'm friends with the tailors and could get them to make just about anything.
"now Taylor, i want to to go in there and pick out everything you like, don't worry about money. get whatever catches you eye and we'll have it fitted to your body." i explained.
"you sure?" she asked with hopeful eyes.
"positive kiddo." i said with a smile.
she hurried inside to the men's section and began looking around.
"suit or dress?" a woman asked, coming up.
"um... suit?" Taylor said a bit unsure.
"okay, well there's a beautiful Burberry suit that just came in that i think you'll like." she said before leading Taylor over to a mannequin that held a pink suit with a purple bowtie.
"um... do you have anything in brown or black? like something classy?" Taylor asked, trying to be polite.
"of coarse." said the woman
we ended up getting Taylor a suit and some dress shoes. after there we went to a place called Journeys to get her some every day shoes. then the Burberry store to get her some shirts, pants, shoes, and other stuff that she wanted.
"what's that store say?" she asked pointing to the sign outside the candy store.
"it says 'Puffers Candy.'" i told her.
"whats candy mean?"
"you've never had Candy?" asked Castro, shocked.
"well we're getting you a big box of chocolate then!" i annouched. she smiled and ran in with Castro following her.
right as i was about to go in i felt a rough hand grip onto my shoulder.
"look at that precious little girl you got there." said the voice, i recognize as Loyd.
"be a shame if something where to happen." he whispered in my ear.
his hand left and right as i turned around to grab him, it was nothing but crowds.
i hurried into the candy shop to see Taylor picking out flavors of fudge and chocolate.
"Castro, Ho appena visto Loyd mi ha minacciato, dobbiamo andare!" (i just saw Loyd, he threatened me, we gotta go!)
"okay, we'll finish up here."
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