"That's me, all right." I nodded genially.
"Nice to meet you."
"Versace?" Bella looked at me with ill-concealed distaste. "Eirwen sure is charitable with her money these days."
"Hmm?"
I frowned a little.
There was some sort of fundamental misunderstanding going on here, coupled with an obvious bias.
Sure, Eirwen had wanted to pay for it, but it was my Draconis Black that had waived the bill. In a sense, it was Iris Lindell who had paid for my clothes—not my fiancée.
This girlfriend of Eirwen's was being overly hostile, and the jury was still out on whether she was doing so intentionally or not.
"It's not like that, Bella. These clothes were actually…"
Eirwen tried to explain, but her friend cut it off on the spot. "They're all here already, Eirwen. Let's head in quickly."
She dra
