Rada immediately looks nervous. “I wasn’t snooping or anything. I was just cleaning inside your closet.”
“Your new clothes,” she says. “The shopping spree you went on with Don Orlov.”
I’m out of bed and charging across the room before I can fully process what I’m doing. I rush into my empty walk-in closet.
Only, it’s not so empty anymore. Now, both sides of the closet are absolutely filled to the brim with clothes. The racks are bursting and I’m legitimately concerned for the structural integrity of the place.
I meander through the closet, noticing all the pieces that I secretly admired yesterday at the store. There’s an army green jumpsuit and the champagne evening gown I said was beautiful.
I finger the dress, taking note of the intricate beading. I’ll look like a life-sized Golden
