“Let’s go shopping.”
I groan.“I’ll help you shop, but you’re not spending any more money on me.”
“Fuck you.I’ll spend my money on whatever I want.”
She’s everything anyone could ever hope for in a sister.I don’t like relying on her for so much, though.
“My channels are killing it with all the wedding-planning posts.It’s ridiculous money, and I’m marrying a man who also has ridiculous money.So if I want to take my sister shopping, I will.”
“It would be nice to get out.”
“Go change out of your sad Cinderella rags so we can go.”
I scowl over my shoulder, heading for my bedroom.“These are my cleaning clothes; they’re not supposed to be nice.”
A few minutes later, Jules is driving us to a shopping center in her new white BMW SUV.Since she started making successful influencer money, she trades her cars in for a new one on a whim.
“Will you keep this one long enough to need an oil change?”I quip.
“I might.I do really like this one.”
She drives to a shopping center filled with stores we both love.Even though we have three hours until I have to leave to make sure I can pick up the boys from school on time, she’s efficient.We hit up several stores for clothes and shoes first, both of us ending up with so many bags we have to take them back to the car before continuing with our shopping.
Jules picks up some new pans and dishes at a high-end kitchen store, and then we go to her idea of heaven on Earth: Sephora.
The sales associates all know her, and we get the red-carpet treatment.She’s buying so much I don’t even want to know the total, so I wait near the store’s entrance and check my phone.
I inhale sharply when I see a text from a number I don’t recognize.
Hey Blair, it’s Magnus.I got your number from Carter, hope that’s okay.Would Sunday night work for Monopoly?
Jules is walking toward me, glowing from an hour spent in one of her favorite places.
“What?Why do you look like you just shit yourself?”
A woman nearby gives me a quick, cringey glance.
“Why do you look happier than you did when your giant double-ended dildo was delivered?”I say it loudly to prove my point.
She laughs it off, but her face flushes.When she’s done pushing me out of the store, she gives me a withering glare.
“Jesus, Blair.People in there know me.”
“Maybe think before you talk about me shitting myself next time.”
She rolls her eyes.“Fine.Take one of these bags; they’re heavy.And what was the look for anyway?I need a drink.”
“Magnus texted me.”
She squeals, her eyes wide with excitement.“And ...?You didn’t tell me you guys traded numbers.”
“He said he got my number from Carter.”
“Oh my god.Carter must have gotten it from Suki.Blair, he really likes you.”
I shake my head.“He wants to set up Monopoly night.”
“He could’ve waited until he saw you at the youth hockey thing, though.He’s on a road trip.What time is it?”
