The mall was glowing, too bright maybe, lanterns and glass throwing light everywhere. Samantha and Mimi moved through women’s wear like they belonged there, one with the sharp eyes of a designer, the other with the easy stride of a supermodel who didn’t even have to try.
A saleslady hovered at their side, polite smile plastered on, but her eyes kept flicking between them. Luna. Supermodel. She knew she was standing in front of something rare. Behind them, three bodyguards lingered like shadows, scanning every corner, every passerby. Silent, but heavy.
Mimi pulled a dress from the rack, held it against herself, playful. “What about this? Too much?”
Samantha tilted her head, serious, sisterly. “Too much for charity. You'll probably intimidate the children.”
Mimi laughed, cheeks w
