Before I even realized, the days had turned to weeks. And I still hadn’t heard a single thing from Vince. As the days went by, I began to realize he wasn’t going to call.
I kept myself busy. Brenda was a huge help, using all of her free time to hang out with me. Even when I suggested that she take some time to herself, she insisted that we hang out. Even if it was only for an hour, she still insisted.
“What do you think of this?” Brenda asks, holding up a blouse against her chest.
I look at it. “Meh,” I say. “I’m not a fan of the sleeves.”
She pulls the shirt away, getting a better look at it. “You’re right. The sleeves are too much.”
I continue to scour through the rack, already knowing that everything here was out of my budget.
“I think you’d look cute in this.” Brenda hands me a
