Poor Minka looks completely out of her element. Barely hiding my smile, Igive her a nod. “We’ll take the ivory and the taupe. Throw in the jade green,too.”
“I have a feeling she’s going to be difficult today,” I continue. “So just takenote of every piece of clothing that she admires, however subtly, and get itin every color.”
I spend the next hour trailing after Wren as she goes through the charade ofinterrogating Minka for prices, only to hyperventilate at every single oneshe’s given.
“Ten thousand dollars for a dress! I could buy a first-class roundtrip toAsia.”
“Three thousand for a blouse? Get f*****g real.”
“Five hundred dollars for a headband? You people are out of yourgoddamn minds.”
Once we’ve circled the store, Wren turns to me indignantly an
