I would feel more comfortable about this if I were going with you,” Lucas announced.
“Relax, Lucas! We"re only going shopping at Bellevue"s,” Marianne retorted good-naturedly. “Acenith and I will be there with Charlotte. Nothing could possibly go wrong.”
A fortnight had passed since the surgery on my ankle and Marianne had decided the time had come to go shopping for my dress for the wedding. The purpose of the day was two-fold; Marianne had suggested we could also use my gift voucher to supplement my meager wardrobe. It was a source of frustration for all the women, seeing me day after day in my old denims and t-shirts and they all united to insist I needed some classier clothes. I couldn"t count the number of times I"d been greeted with a sigh or a groan, followed by the suggestion of
