_ The Bag _
This is the third shop.
The third f*****g shop we have stopped at.
We have been up walking up and down the whole town, stopping by every wedding gown shop but Madeline is still not satisfied.
The reason she dragged me along?
So that I can carry her handbag and hold the umbrella for her to protect her "perfect" skin from the harsh sun.
Just so you know, the "harsh sun" is not up today and it's a cloudy day.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm not on internship, rather, I'm just a f*****g slave. Madeline's slave. And what pisses me off is that there's really nothing I can do about it because hey... I need this job and I'm willing to do anything it takes to keep it... Even if it means putting up with this witch.
"Can you walk a bit faster?" Madeline says with a smirk as we
