Makayla's POV:
Ethan got out of the car and quickly came over to my side to open the door for me. Tons of people have gathered around to see who was in the car and when I stepped out I felt my anxiety start to go crazy.
I took a deep breath to control my nerves and focused back into reality. Ethan wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder as we started to make our way into the mall.
Inside there were even more people. As I was walking I was shot many glares and looks of disgust. I quickly lowered my gaze not wanting to see the looks that I was getting.
I can understand what everybody is thinking though. Why is a homeless-looking kid with a crazy rich man? I mean my ripped jeans, old hoodie and worn our converse looked awful next to Ethan's outfit.
Ethan was wearing black dress pants, and a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The shirt was tight and showed off his muscular frame. There was a costly watch on his wrist and nice-looking black dress shoes on his feet.
He leads me into H&M first. "I'm told that a lot of kids your age shop in here so knock yourself out. But please try not to get anything to reveling or too short ok" he told me.
I was shocked was he not going to give me a budget or anything. "Uh, what's my budget," I asked him confused.
He looked at me like I grew another head before replying with "you don't have one. Just pick out whatever you want ok".
Now in even more shock I just responded with a simple ok. "Great well I'm going to look over here and you can look over there. Remember get whatever you want" he told me before heading off into the racks of clothes.
This has to be some kind of joke right. there is no way that they would let a burden like me just spend all of their money. Maybe I would just get one or two things, and only what I really needed. I was looking through all of the jeans for some that fit better and had fewer rips.
It came down to a medium color blue or a dark blue. I finally decided that I would just go with the medium jeans. I went to put the dark ones back when they were snatched up out of my hand. I flinched slightly and turned around to see Ethan examining the jeans. "what's wrong with them do they not fit or do you just not like them" he asked me.
"No, No, nothing like that it's just that I just like the other pair better," I told him truthfully. "if you liked them then we'll just get them both," he said with a shrug of the shoulders. I was about to argue with him but his face told me to just let it go, so that's what I did.
After that, he decided that I "couldn't be trusted" and stuck to me like glue. Anything that I looked at he would get me. And if I tried to look at the price tag he just snatched it up and told me not to worry about it. I know that I should be happy, and trust me I am. I just feel like even more of a burden than I did before.
The only time that he left me alone was when I had to get bras and underwear. Even then he sent me into victoria's Secret, gave a sales lady his card, and told her to get whatever I needed. It was a little bit weird but by the end, I had more bras and underwear than I know what to do with.
We were currently in the last shop that we were going to go to today. It was a really cute boutique. I loved all of the clothes but the prices were ridiculous. Ethan was going around grabbing whatever he thought would look good on me. let me just tell you that he has some really good taste.
Anyways I was looking at this beautiful white dress, I had long sleeves made from lace, a slightly open back and it was really flowy. I loved that dress but after looking at the price tag I realized that I would only wear something like that in my dreams.
