Charity sidles closer to me so I can see the approved list. “f**k me, there’s a bunch of really fancy department stores on here,” she says. “And restaurants. Ooh… and a salon!” Her eyes light up as she looks at the guard in the passenger seat. “The salon first, please,” she says, before turning to me. “You’re okay with that, right?”
“Do I even have a choice?”
She gives me a wink. “You’re a doll. Trust me, we could both use a nice facial. Then we’ll be all set to start the shopping spree.”
“Does it have to be a spree?” I ask reluctantly.
“Yes, it absolutely does,” she snaps. “And stop dragging your feet. You’re gonna ruin the whole experience.”
I swallow my worries and try to live in the moment. Like Charity. It’s amazing how she can be excited about something like shopping after every
