“Well, actually… would you mind if I went by myself?” I venture. “It’s just that I think showing up with you might get us off on the wrong foot, and I really need to be able to talk to my sister. Like, actually talk to her. Connect with her, you know.”
I can tell he doesn’t like that idea at all, but in the end, he gives me a curt nod. “Alright. I suppose I can allow that. If you go with security.”
“It’s either between a team of security or me. Your choice.”
I sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll compromise.”
He nods, but the pinched expression doesn’t leave his face. I’m not really in the mood to keep shopping, but I go through the motions anyway.
And somewhere between the rust-colored pantsuit and the little black dress with the thigh-high slit, I start enjoying myself again. Marcel brings the b
