Jimmy's brow furrowed deeply.
He stared hard at me, searching my face for some sign that I was sulking or jealous.
He found none. I was too calm, as though I were getting rid of a piece of junk I had no attachment to.
"Fiona, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jimmy lowered his voice, a warning in his tone. "You spent 2 weeks choosing this dress, and now you're just throwing it away?"
"Yes. I don't want it anymore." I turned to the manager. "Could you hurry, please? I need to get back to work."
The manager stood holding the agreement, visibly uncomfortable under Jimmy's glare, then reluctantly went ahead with the cancellation.
As soon as I had the confirmation slip, I turned and pushed open the boutique's glass door without looking at either of them again.
The automatic door slowly c
