Mandy
THE CAROZZA BOUTIQUE. I never thought I would set foot in this store, but here I am with Daddy, picking out any pair of heels I want as a treat for me returning home.
I already picked out a gorgeous white top with these frilly arms that I really wish I had during my trip that they’re holding for me at the register. Daddy said I could get some more things, but this place is expensive, and I’m already feeling guilty being here, so I told him that the top and a pair of shoes would be enough.
I feel like some kind of celebrity being in here with him. There are four women on staff, and all of them are making it obvious that if I need anything from them, they’ll be by my side in a second. But at the same time, they’re not making it awkward by staring or lurking or anything like that.
T
