Miss Cloudwalker (COMPLETED BUT MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 16

Lacuna: a blank space, a missing part

Shopping with Aleah brought back fun, old memories. She was crazy as she ran through the large building, bursting into random stores. She would grab clothes and then run out, dragging me to the next store.

This was the thirteenth store that we had hit. My feet hurt, my stomach grumbled for food, and I longed to lay down on one of the wooden benches. She was now staring at a black dress, curiously looking at it. She held it up against her and turned to me. Aleah laughed when I lazily stood up from the chair.

"It looks good," I complimented.

"On me?" She queried, raising an eyebrow. I looked her up and down and sighed.

"I'm not a beauty guru," I muttered, shaking my head.

She snorted, "you look like one."

I smiled and then she dragged me to the counter where a young woman stood. She glanced at Aleah then me, frowning. Aleah bounced over to her and held the dress up in the air. She spun it around to give the lady a good look and then pressed it against her body.

"Do you think this would look good on me?" She said warmly.

"Maybe if you lost weight," the woman said, snootily turning her nose up. Aleah's jaw dropped and I winced. Aleah wasn't fat, she was a perfect size, but she was always nervous about her shape. I saw the discomfort and insecurity spark in her eyes as she dropped her head. This bitch is going to die. I walked towards Aleah and stood in front of her. I eyed the lady.

"Excuse me?" I snapped.

"I'm being honest."

"No you are not. She is the perfect size and she has ten times better curves than you, so I would shove your stupid 'beauty guru' title down your throat," I snarled, leaning over the counter.

"Who are you to tell me what is right and wrong? Look at that wretched sweatshirt, it doesn't even go with your jeans," she snorted, crossing her arms.

I actually laughed in her face. She was extremely amusing.

"Jeans go with everything you idiot," I said, "now, I would like that dress, and a whole other outfit free."

"No way, I don't deal with brats and fatties like you guys!" She screeched, slamming her palms on the counter. How far did the stick go up?

"Sera, let's just go," Aleah murmured, but I wasn't giving up like this. I didn't deal with a manipulative asshole for seven weeks just to be weak and walk away from problems. I was right and this lady was wrong.

"If I were you, I would shut up you old hag," I snarled at her, "your taste is terrible, your voice is annoying, and your face is absolutely disgusting. Plus, I am one to tell you what is wrong and right, have you ever heard of the name Swelski?"

"You mean Swelski Bank and Swelski Fashion? Of course," the woman said cluelessly.

"My name is Seraphina Swelski, heir to both businesses," I said with a smile, "I can ruin you. Now give us this dress free and another outfit. Aleah, go pick out an outfit."

We had no problems with the woman after that. She gave us a fifty dollar gift card, the dress, and an outfit. Aleah looked star struck as I strut out, a proud smirk on my face. I wasn't proud of telling the lady how she looked, but I needed to shut her up. I was kind of glad my parents were so big.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe you actually did that, her face was priceless!" Aleah gasped, "are you actually the heir to both businesses?"

"Um... I have no idea, I just said that on a whim. Can we go to the food court now?" I said.