Today's agenda is listed:
• Mall
• Nail Salon
• Parked Car Chatting
• Kate's House
We spoke over the radio the whole way to the mall. Whispers of local artists competed for our attention, but Steinford drama won.
What I had gathered was: that Yasmine said that Damien said that Paige saw Abigail sneaking out of Ms. Gryder's room late one day.
The local drama was interesting. What can I say?
Gia threw the car in park as we got out to roam the mall.
Kate. Dressed in a white crop top, a light blue plaid button-up, denim jeans, and Air Forces. Her hair was in a single braid, and her makeup was minimal.
Gia. Dressed in an oversized graphic tee, black jorts, and black Crocs. Her hair was styled in a curly top bun. Where her empty nose hole was, a nose piercing took its place.
"I need new undergarments. Victoria's Secret first." Gia stated.
As we walked through the automatic doors, I couldn't help but glance at their walks. Kate walked like she had somewhere to be. Like every step was intentional and where she was going was important.
Gia walked like she didn't want to walk.
I wish I could see my own. I yearn for an out-of-body experience. To perceive me in a way everyone else does. Mirrors don't feel as raw as eyes.
"Gia who do you wear Victoria's Secret for?" Kate asks, head on her phone.
"Me, and anyone else who takes my shirt off. Duh." She responds.
I giggle. It's so relieving to be surrounded by so much humor, especially after 17 years of my Dad's dad jokes.
"Victoria.. Vittoria, did your parents name you after a lingerie store?" Gia asks.
"Haha, no. It's Italian and I think it means victory." I respond.
"I'm gonna call you Vitty, like Vicky." She says.
As I began to reply, Kate gasped, pausing in her footsteps.
"What?" Gia and I say at the same time.
"SOUTHERN BELLE IS HAVING A SALE!" She yells as she runs ahead, finding Southern Belle.
Kate and her family are from Tennessee. Every time she talks, her country accent pokes out like a boner. She's a country gal through a through, from the horses back to the accent.
"She's so country," Gia mutters, facepalming.
"It's cute." I giggle.
In Victoria's Secret, Gia tries on black bras, red bras, neon bras, lace bras, and strapless bras.
And I'm forced to rate e v e r y one.
"Just get the lace set. They look great." I plead.
"I agree. Yoo-hoo! Waiter!" She shouts, walking to the register.
We've been in this store for about twelve minutes. Right about now, I'm overwhelmed with the pink decor and retail smiles.
"EEEKKKK!" I unfortunately hear.
I turn around to see Kate carrying four bags with the letters SB on them. Oh god.
"I. Am. Fulfilled. There were so many clothes! It took eons for me to choose. I almost had to tackle a woman for a pair of bell-bottom jeans! Ugh!" She yaps.
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