P.S. Nothing's wrong

#Chapter30 P.S. Nothing's wrong

/"How about this one?/" Peyton asks, holding a midnight blue dress, that reaches the mid thigh, and hugs all the body curves.

We've been at the mall for the past two hours, and Peyton and Kaitlyn still have not finished with their shopping. We've already went to four clothing stores, Victoria Secret being one of them, and still they have not yet satisfied their need for shopping, even though they each have more than ten bags of clothes already.

/"Definitely,/" Kaitlyn says, nodding at the dress in Peyton's hold.

/"Will it make us leave?/" I ask sarcastically, receiving a death glare at the lady herself.