Insomnia

BOMBSHELL OLD

Evie stares at him like a five year old would a unicorn. It's not that inaccurate, he is very colorful. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Unicorns are white. Nothing makes sense. What?

What?!

Cade!

Damn him. Damn him and his stupid words that make her stare at him completely star-struck and her thoughts turn to mush.

He thinks I'm gorgeous! She can't help but giggle, tagging along after Vanessa after the woman tells her to follow.

"I'll be back later. Have fun." Cade says as Vanessa disappears. Evie walks backwards a few paces, waving goodbye.

"Okay, sweetie." Vanessa pulls her over to the back of the store with all the lingerie, bras and such. Oh, goodness.

"Did Cade tell you to..." Evie trails off, gesturing vaguely to the clothing around.

"Yep. And I promised him there was no possible way you'd leave this store without me seeing you naked." Vanessa winks and Evie blushes heatedly. "Do you know your size?" Vanessa asks.

"Um... I think the last time it was 36C." She mumbles embarrassedly.

Vanessa laughs. "That's a no, then. There's no way you're a 36C. I'd say at the least 32E."

"Wha? That's massive!" Evie exclaims. "They aren't that big." She adds.

"See, this is why 80% of the population wears the wrong size. Yes, sweetie, they are." Vanessa grabs several bras off the racks. "Now for the fun part." Vanessa grins.

Evie groans.

•

Evie picks at the sequins. They edge the strange teardrop opening in the dress who's only usage is for more cleavage.

"Nothing will make you happy, will it?" Vanessa asks rhetorically.

"I don't want to spend his money." Evie murmurs.

"He's rich and wants to spoil you! Just take it while you got it, sweetie." She huffs. "Stay here, I'll choose another."

Vanessa walks off, leaving Evie to peruse the dresses near her. Lace, I've always loved lace. She fingers the sheer sleeve, lifting it off the rack and holding it up to herself. Pretty. She muses. It's white lace at the top, then has black incorporated into it, flaring out into a sheer fabric at the mid-thigh mark with more black lace creeping up the bottom. (A/N see top)

As if. There is no way you could pull that off, miss 34F with thick thighs.

As she tries to hook it back up, Vanessa grabs her hands. "Go, my child, and try it on."

"It's not my s-" Evangeline starts.

"It is your size. This is the rack with your size." Vanessa pushes her over to the dressing rooms.

•

Evie smiles gently in the mirror with dark tinted lips. Vanessa whoops victoriously. "Ha! I got a smile out of you!" She pinches Evie's cheeks. "Wait, you need a clutch of some sort." Vanessa wiggles the dark purplish lipstick between her fingers. "For touch ups. You know, when Cade decides to be his mischievous self."

Vanessa returns with a shiny black clutch — very designer, very expensive. Evie sighs, looking out the window. Yet more money.

It's dark outside.

"Cade's waiting." Vanessa winks in the mirror.

Evie pulls at one of her loose curls that escaped her intricate hairstyle. She tucks it behind her ear, slightly wobbly in her four inch Mary Jane pumps.