“Do rich people eat like this every day?” Vanessa whispered behind her menu.
“Of course not.” I answered. “Just every Saturday morning.”
I was treating her to brunch the morning after our sleepover. At first she insisted on paying half, even though her eyes widened when she saw the prices. I finally convinced her to let me pay for everything.
“I have no idea what to get,” She said studying the menu. I knew she was looking for the cheapest option.
“Get whatever you want,” I said. “Seriously, I owe you for last night. You were such a good friend to me. And I haven’t had that in a long time.”
“You’re sure?” She asked.
“One hundred percent. It’s just brunch, anyway. Pretty sure it will only be a fourth of what my Junior Prom dress cost.”
Vanessa looked at me in awe before going back to
