“Girl, a limo with champagne and a private
session with a buyer at Bergdorf’s? Your man is loaded,” Angela cackled,
drinking her second glass of bubbly. “And this actually champagne. FROM FRANCE!
See?” She held up the bottle, her eyes wide behind her chic glasses.
“You’re cut off,” I deadpanned, taking her
glass, finishing it myself and putting the flute into the holder in the rear of
the limo. She pouted. “Angela, Masen is doing this for me and I don’t want to
come off as being white trash. Even though, according to my lovely sister,
that’s what I am.”
“Fucking bitch. You are not!” Angela sneered,
crossing her arms angrily. “You are the epitome of grace and goodness. Alice is
the trashy one. I bet she lost her virginity in the back of van on prom night,
with her skirt hitched up around her waist.”
“That was you, Ang,” I giggled.
“Oh, yeah,” she smirked. “But, I wouldn’t put
it past her. That girl is a walking-talking STD.” Crossing her legs, Angela looked
at me expectantly. “Speaking of sex … did you have any with smexy, foreign man?
He’s sex on a stick with all that hair … I could just imagine it between my
legs.”
“Angela!” I hissed. “Seriously?”
“I saw him leave the bakery a few days ago. I
only saw his ass and his hair. Yummy,” Angela nodded, holding up a fist. “Don’t
leave a girl hanging …” I rolled my eyes, bumping my fist with hers. “Now, back
to this dress thing. What color are you looking for? Something bright and bold
or classic and refined?”
“I’m thinking classic and refined, with a
pinch of sexy,” I shrugged. “Not TOO sexy, but enough to leave him wanting
more.”
“That’s my girl,” Angela beamed. “So, tell me
about your date? Did you get some
action?”
“You’re like a guy, Angela,” I snickered as we
pulled up to Bergdorf’s. I blinked up and gulped. “I never thought I’d be able
to shop here.” We got out and were greeted by the manager, leading us to the
top floor with the couture gowns. “I came here once with Mom, just before she
discovered she was pregnant with Alice. She had a gift certificate from a
friend. We talked about what we’d buy, but all we could afford was a new scarf
and it wasn’t even the whole thing. Mom had to pay for part of it with cash.”
“I bet Renee had fun with it, though,” Angela
said, threading her arm through mine.
“Oh, totally. We got dressed up in our best
clothes, acting like we were all posh. But, we weren’t. We’re from Brooklyn,” I
snickered. “It was a nice fantasy for the day, but this isn’t me.”
“Bells, you deserve the fantasy … more than
that, you deserve the happily ever after! I know that you had a great life lined
up in Greenwich,” Angela said. I looked over at her, unsure as to how she found
that out. I hadn’t told her about my job or anything prior to my return to New
York. “Your dad spilled the beans. He was heartbroken that you had to give up
your dream to come back here after getting his diagnosis. He’s hopeful that
you’ll still be able to teach.”
“My certificate has lapsed. I’d have to take
more classes in order to become a certified teacher, which means more money. Money that I do not have,” I
said as we stepped off the elevator and onto the shimmering level high-end
fashion. “Holy crap. This is … unreal.”
“This is how the other half lives,” Angela
said. She walked over to a dress, looking at the price tag. “Fuck, this isn’t a
dress. It’s a studio apartment in Alphabet City.” I turned on my heel, wanting
to head back to Brooklyn. This was too much. “Oh, no, you don’t! Live a little,
Bells.”
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