Chapter 3

After Flora and I left the boutique, we walked straight into the coffee shop on the corner. 

Through the window, I watched Brianna tugging at Clifford’s sleeve, her coquettish tone shifting into complaints: “Honey, about that nightgown… Clifford? What are you looking at?” 

Clifford glanced in my direction, somewhat dazed, before pulling his gaze back. “Nothing.” 

I saw him pay absentmindedly while Brianna dragged him away. 

I took a sip of my coffee. 

“Aren’t you going to fight for those clothes?” Flora joked. 

I shook my head. “They were never mine to begin with.”