The black one fit like a glove. She’d take it.
The red one was a little too ruffly, but it had a certain girlish look that appealed to her.
She’d take it.
The silver one wasn’t quite short enough, but would be gorgeous with strappy sandals in the same color.
She’d take it.
“I’ll take these three,” she said when Deb come with another armful.
“You’ll be happy to know that your friend Lori picked all of those from the last catalogue. I told you she knew about fashion.”
Right. The twit knew nothing. The red number was way too frilly. So why was she buying it again?
Didn’t matter. Her daddy always saw that she got what she wanted. But Daddy no longer existed. No one was here to see that she got her ranch.
No one was here to see that she got the man she wanted.
The next dress was all wrong for her.
She’d take it.
“I’m tired of dresses, Deb. I’m coming out. I want shoes to go with these four.”
She tried and discarded the first five pairs Deb showed her and then changed her mind. “I’ll take these, but now find me something that really screams feet.”
Was that an eye roll? Not the way to treat a customer.
Deb came back with a pair of strappy black numbers. “I’m sure you’ll find that these are real screamers.”
Angie tried them on. The stiletto heel was too high and horribly uncomfortable.
“I’ll take them. I want to look at fashion boots next.”
She chose a pair of black thigh highs in leather with another stiletto and a pair of sleek silver snakeskin ankle boots.
“Anything else?” Deb asked.
“Yes. Scarves. One to go with each dress I chose. You pick them out.”
“Very well.” Deb sighed.
Angie put her riding boots back on and wondered how in hell she’d get home. “Put all of this on my bill,” she said.
She stood and stared out the window. As luck would have it, Chad and Catie walked out of Rena’s Coffee Shop at that instant.
“Hey!” She walked out the door of the boutique. “Catie!”
Catie turned. “Oh, hi, Ang. How are you doing?”
That question was unanswerable at the moment. “Could you guys give me a lift?”
“What?”
They walked toward her. “What’s going on?” Chad asked.