Chapter 95: A Face-off At The Mall
Fiona and her two friends chattered like monkeys as they entered the large clothes mall, a retail fashion kingdom predominantly owned by Ewan.
Being associated with someone like Ewan was enough to inflate Fiona’s sense of pride, and she strutted through the store like a peacock flaunting its glorious feathers.
The employees, having been well-informed of her significance—which included a not-so-subtle reminder of what she could do to their jobs if agitated—hurried to cater to her whims.
"Ma’am, what do you want?" Five workers asked in unison, their heads bowed as if they were in a royal court. They have been oriented accordingly by the higher ups about the problematic fiancée of Ewan Giacometti.
The sight was amusing and sad at the same time. Fiona smiled with a smug satisfaction, her eyes dancing over racks filled with clothes, shoes, and dazzling accessories.
She sighed dramatically, as if she were gazing at old friends rather than inanimate objects.
"I’m attending the grand gala celebrating the city’s centennial tomorrow evening. So, I want the best gown, the best shoes, the best of everything! Can you do that?"
Her friends burrowed into her side like two anxious puppies, trying to remind her of their presence, or perhaps to steal some of the spotlight.
"And of course, for my friends here. You know the grade of clothes to give them, I believe..."
She waved her hand dismissively in their direction, as if she had just tossed them a reality check.
Her friends subtly rolled their eyes at the snide suggestion, but since they weren’t footing the bill, they decided to tag along, determined to enjoy the fashion expenditure.