ISABELLA
As soon as we entered the shopping complex, I was hit by the cold air from the air-conditioning circulating through the large space. I should have brought a jacket.
The place was as massive as Logan’s company building, but instead of work desks and tired employees, it was covered in dresses I was sure had price tags that could leave me bankrupt and scratching for income for years to come.
Every shopper here looked like they had it all figured out. They were dressed to the latest fashion trends, their faces painted to perfection, and their shoes probably cost more than my last three months of rent combined.
There were young ladies walking alone, some in groups, and others clinging to the arms of their partners. All of them dressed to the nines and looked effortlessly beautiful
