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Mel glanced down at it and made a face. "It really is hideous, but the women's wear department might be a bit empty if we don't."
I sighed. "I guess so. It's just so…"
"Icky?" Mel suggested.
"That's a good word for it, yes." Mint green was great in ice cream. Not so good on a blouse, or jeans.
"On the positive side, we don't have to handle the displays," Mel said cheerfully.
"No, just the complaints that we have bad taste," I said.
"Maybe we should determine the next trend," Mel said with a laugh. "Dinosaur costumes for everyone."
I snorted a laugh. "Hard pass. On the other hand, it would cover a bad hair day." As if I was allowed to have one of those. My boss would have a fit.I'dhave a fit. Headbands were invented for a reason. And hair straighteners. Mine was definitely my weapon of choice against unruly hair.
"Leg warmers then," she said with a sigh. "Those things are great in winter."
"I wouldn't know," I said. "That's more my mother's thing."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Mel advised. "In the meantime, did I show you the skirt Marko designed? It's so stinkin' cute."
"I don't think you did." Marko was one of my favourite designers. Lacey's stocked a few items of his every season. Always out of my price range, but a girl could dream.
I leaned over Mel's shoulder as she turned her screen back on and clicked on a link. Up popped a photo of a knee length skirt—not in mint green—with a zipper off to the side, running from waist to hem.
"That is cute." I sighed. I wouldn't even try to imagine myself in it. Okay, maybe a little. It would suit me perfectly. I could skip a mortgage payment or two, right?
I really needed to hit Marko up for some free samples. Yeah, me and every other buyer in the country.
"Cheaper knockoffs will be in the shops in a month or two," Mel said.
"That's true," I agreed. It was a shame the moment someone had a hit, everyone had to copy them. What happened to originality? Was that ever really a thing? What's the expression—there's nothing new under the sun.
"I guess we can stock a few of those in every colour," I mused. The best part of my job was spending other people's money. Retail therapy without the bills. If only it came without the temptation.
"He's going to try to get them in before the spring fashion show," Mel said.
"Great." Of course, that was held in autumn. I never could quite grasp why that was. Apart from the fact that looking at spring clothes during colder weather reminded people winter would end sooner or later, and warm weather would come.
"You should offer to model," Mel said. "That'll teach Kris to screw around."
"Only if he heard about it," I said absently. "Otherwise he wouldn't know." Or care.
"We could find a way to make sure he knows." A sly smile crept onto Mel's face. "Hey, you should model one of the bikinis. That really would be throwing it in his face. Look what you can't have, asshole."
I laughed. "I don't have the confidence to do something like that."
I glanced at the reflection of myself in the door between the buyers' offices and the social media and publicity departments.
I was reasonably pretty, slim, well dressed, smart, successful. That was still not enough for Kris. Maybe I needed bigger breasts.
They could be a little bit bigger, I supposed. Perkier.
My hips could be slimmer. I put a hand on my waist and pouted at myself. Kris' cheating did nothing for my ego.
"You're hot," Mel said firmly. "He's just too blind to see what he had. Maybe he needed new glasses or something."
"He doesn't wear glasses," I said.
