Undercover Model

Chapter 13

This chapter was really fun for me to write because...well, you'll fine out....

P.S. I imagine the store kind of like the one from Nerve if that even makes since.

That book was amazing and so was the Movie, so if you're bored, go read and watch it.

Enough of my constant rambling. What you are really here for is the chapter.

P.P.S. their outfits above! I labeled it so it will be easier to tell who is who.

"Okay, if we are going to La Société, then we need new clothes," Behati says as the sedan pass the fluorescent lights of the surrounding buildings.

The glare through the car window makes them that much brighter, along with the dusk colors of the setting sun.

"Are you suggesting we go shopping?" I ask.

Lily gives me a funny look, eyeing me up and down. "You really want to go to La Société in that?" she asks.

"What's wrong with my outfit?"

"It doesn't necessarily say 'I can spend five grand at one restaurant'," Behati answers.

"And they'd probably kick you out. Even if you are a supermodel."

La Société was one of the most expensive five star restaurants in Manhattan--and for a good reason too. The food was to die for.

"I guess you're right," I say. "And I've got nothing against a shopping trip."

"There's this amazing boutique a few blocks over. It's got everything, Versace, Guess, Dior, Marc Jacobs, Dolce and Gabbana, you name it," Behati exclaims.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Lily and I say at the same time.

"Mark," Behati says to the driver, "can you go down 41st near Madame LeFontain's Boutique?"

"Of course, Miss Prinsloo," he replies before making a right turn down 39th.

After passing a few penthouses and businesses, Behati's eyes light up as she spots the building.

"Here it is!" she says. "Madame LeFontain's Boutique."

I roll the window down, gasping in awe at the size of the building. It had to be multiple stores tall, with beautiful french windows and massive columns in the front.

It looked like a royal castle compared to the buildings next to it.

The immensity and intricate designs of the building itself were breathtaking. 

"How come we've never been here before?" I ask. Lily is just sitting there, her mouth gaping open while she stares at the boutique.

Scratch that--it's not a boutique. It's a freaking mansion that even Beverly Hills doesn't have but wants. And trust me, I would know.

"A lot of actors and actresses shop here, but not a lot of models. I'm not sure why though. I just found this place a few months ago and, well, you can imagine what I've done since," Behati replies.