SARAH
Everything in the boutique gleamed, mannequins posed in luxurious outfits. Glass cases displayed jewelry that sparkled like stars, and handbags sat on pedestals like they were museum artifacts.
I stood there feeling like a fraud in my red dress, suddenly aware that everyone could probably tell I didn’t belong here.
“What are we doing here?” I whispered to Jett, but he just shot me a mysterious smile.
The dresses weren't the overwhelming thing here, it was the other customers. Rich girls with perfect hair and designer clothes kept staring at me. Their eyes would flick from me to Jett, and I could practically hear their thoughts. What is he doing with her? She’s obviously not one of us.
Without thinking, I moved closer to him and wrapped my arm around his. It was a possessive gest
