ISABELLA
"And that will be all for today," I said, running my hand along the soft material of the last dress before folding it neatly into the crisp tissue paper.
Lana gave me that look, the one that made me want to roll my eyes clean out of their sockets.
She raised a perfectly drawn brow, arms crossing under her chest as she c****d her hip to the side like she had something insightful to say.
"What?" I asked.
"You should get more dresses, you know?" she said, like she wasn’t suggesting I dig myself deeper into the Mariana Trench of financial dependence.
I shrugged, smoothing out an invisible crease on the package, careful with my movements.
"I will when I get paid," I replied, tone clipped, but not unkind. "I feel guilty already."
Her head snapped back like I’d told her I ran
