JADE
The staff next to me wants to whisper to the woman in front of us and reveal my identity, but I shoot my arm out, blocking her path.
Finally, someone who doesn’t know who I am. It’s a rare gem moment.
“I’m Jade,” I smile back. “It looks nice on you. Don’t worry, let me try something else on.”
“No,” she stops me from moving away, “You don’t have to. Red isn’t my color anyway.”
“Really? You’re a brunette. I think red will complement your hair color nicely, especially this red.”
“I’m flattered, Jade.” She places her hand over her heart. “Actually…I’m looking for something I can show up at my boyfriend’s house with that screams f**k you in billboard bold,” Iris spitefully adds, and her brows pinch together with regret as soon as she realizes that was not her greatest lady-like mom
