Amber’s POV
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Jade stood near the velvet couch inside the luxury fitting suite, wearing a skin-tight white dress that screamed 'trying too hard'.
A half-finished champagne glass rested in her hand while her eyes slowly dragged over me from head to toe.
Mockery immediately filled her expression.
"Well", she drawled. "If it isn't Moonbloom's newest social climber".
Fantastic.
Exactly what I needed today.
I tightened my grip around the dresses in my arms and forced my expression into calm indifference. "Move".
Jade laughed softly. "Wow. Someone suddenly developed confidence".
I walked further into the fitting room without responding. Because, unlike before, I no longer had energy for her nonsense. But apparently, silence only irritated Jade more.
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