CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.
Melissa had never been in such an amazing place. The clothes here were brand new and most were designer made and it felt like she'd finally reached heaven and she couldn't breathe. "Breathe." She made herself inhale lungfuls of air so she'd calm down as she walked into the boutique. The place was bustling with a lot of activity, attendants rushing for people who just arrived, listening to their needs and leading them to various shelves and walls. People rushing out with bodyguards who had their arms full with paper bags. Melissa cut a look at Vasco and the driver, smiling when she saw their eyes follow the three men tailing the extravagantly dressed woman, and shuddering at the pile of boxes they carried. Vasco shot her a glare, probably warning her to behave. Well, s
