Fiona had gone to Ella's apartment to spend the day with her. Ella had been complaining for weeks that her wardrobe needed a complete change, and she begged Fiona to come along because she trusted her taste more than anyone else.
"We're going out," Ella said, tossing her phone on the couch. "I need new clothes, and your fashion taste is good. You're coming."
Fiona laughed. "Fine, fine. But I'm not helping you pick anything neon. I'm warning you."
Ella rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's go before I change my mind."
They took a cab and headed to the mall, entering one of the biggest and most expensive boutiques, well they were having a flash sale. The place had glass everywhere, bright lighting clothes that were displayed like artwork. The moment they walked in, several attendants standing at the side glanced in their direction.
Ella didn't notic, neither did Fiona.
But the attendants very much saw them.
Three salesgirls whispered to each other.
