I was about to say I’m your freaking fiancé, but
he hung up on me.
I was fuming. He didn’t even have my number
saved!
Willow, or whatever her name was, was practically glowing. “Bitch! Did you think
getting Blake’s number would get you somewhere? Keep dreaming!”
She gave me this sneering look, like I was
something she scraped off her shoe. “The
cleaning ladies at Harrington Enterprises dress
better than you.”
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I usually go for comfort over labels, never
thought I’d get judged for it.
“Seriously? You’re still pulling that whole judging–a–book–by–its–cover crap? Blake must be blind to put up with you.”
The whole thing had killed my mood for dress shopping. I just grabbed the gown and headed
for the register.
The saleswoman gave me this hesitant look.
“Miss, our store prioritizes our members…..”
وو
Willow’s smile widened. She whipped out this
gold card and slapped it on the counter.
“A million–dollar membership, sweetie. What
are you going to do, pay with lint?”
I’m not usually one to cause a scene, but
Willow was really pushing my buttons.
I pulled out my black card and handed it to the
saleswoman, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Sign me up for a membership. And ring up the
dress.”
Willow turned to the saleswoman, all sweetness
and light. “This is Blake Harrington’s town. If
you sell her that dress, I’ll have him buy this
entire store and fire you tomorrow.”
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The saleswoman looked terrified. “Miss, I just
work here. I can’t afford to mess with the
Harringtons.”
A bunch of people around us started chiming in.
“She’s right, honey. Blake Harrington totally
spoils that Willow. Just let it go.”
“Yeah, someone crossed her once and
Harrington Enterprises ruined them.”
“Even if you have some money, it’s nothing
compared to the Harringtons. Apologize to
Willow, and maybe she’ll let it slide.”
