more for us | grayson dolan (book two)

sixteen

My vision is still red and blaring, even a few days later. I've never hated a human being more than my father, but Violet Koch is right up there on my hatred list.

My heart still hurts for Carter, and it's all my fault. She wanted to mess with me to get even, but she dragged him and his hard work down in the process.

Even being surrounded by designer clothes in the Gucci store, I can still feel my rage. I try to slow my breathing, but nothing works.

"Stella." Lanie calls from across the store, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I want to punch her in the face." I mutter with a groan.

"I know, but I need your help. Does this color match with this?" She holds up a beige top, followed by a white one.

"They look the same." I blink a few times, making sure my eyes aren't deceiving me.

"There's a difference. One is beige, the other is white." She huffs.

"What do you mean do they match? They look fine." I shrug, not really knowing what to say. These stores terrify me and I'm still clueless about fashion.

"I guess I'll buy them both." She states while shoving them in her shopping cart, which is overflowing with different clothing items.

"I can't believe you're getting clothes just so you can rip them up and sew them together." I shake my head with a longing sigh.

"I need to make original pieces, but I need to base it off something. Plus, if they don't work out then I have new clothes." She smiles while dragging me over to the cash register.

"You have enough clothes." I say with a roll of my eyes. Lanie's closet is fucking huge and it's filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and accessories.

"You can never have enough." She scoffs while walking up to the woman.

I don't even want to know the amount, so I shove my hands into the pocket of my sweatshirt and walk away. My eyes scan the different items displayed throughout the store, none of them seem appealing to me. I would never be able to wear designer clothes every day.

When she's all finished, Lanie walks over to me with three shopping bags in her hands. She motions toward the door, and I waste no time rushing out of it.

The wind blows through my hair as I lightly shiver. I hate when the colder weather approaches.

"My next task is finding good models for the fashion show. God, this is extremely stressful. I just want everything to be perfect." Lanie begins to twirl a piece of her dirty blonde hair with her pointer finger, something she does when she's nervous.

"Don't worry, everything is going to turn out great." I tell her while pulling my phone out of my pocket.

"Is Jake still coming over for dinner tonight?" She asks.

"Yeah, he hasn't called to cancel yet, which is a good sign." I sigh while looking back at her.

"I'm glad you invited him."

"I'm glad he agreed." I nod my head.

When I asked my brother to come over for dinner, I thought he would say no. I figured he would hate to be anywhere near the penthouse. When he said yes, I was surprised but happy.

"How's Carter doing?" My best friend slowly mutters, knowing my feelings about the topic.

"Terrible, all because of that bitch." I say through my teeth. My rage is drifting back with a heavy force.