"Freaking finally! You're back."
"I missed you too, Rachael," Charlotte replied her best friend's exasperated grunt. "How was the shop without me."
"You'd better not even try to smile at me," she shoved a finger at her then looked through the transparent doors. "Wait, did the fancy car drop you off? That isn't Wilson's car though and hold up, girl, what are you wearing? I'm sure as hell that gown costs over a thousand dollars."
"Okay, stop exaggerating," Charlotte shook her head, heading towards the counter to drop her purse. "And yeah, the car dropped me off. Wilson asked the driver to drop me off. He was my chauffeur for the morning or something like that."
"You do know I deserve a explanation from you, right?" Rachael asked, Charlotte slowly nodding. "You said you were simply going
