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Post by carson on Feb 10, 2012 20:32:29 GMT -5
Carson shifted the gear to "park" and clicked her seat belt off. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and slid out of her red Fiat 500. That car was her baby. If her house were burning down, the first thing she would grab would be the keys to that car. Nothing could change her affection for the hunk of metal. The only Cambridge child was spoiled, to say the least, and had her "allowance," which was really just her parents giving her money, to go shopping.
It was Thursday and Carson had a big weekend planned, which was code for "spending it in bed on her back," but that went without saying. Today was a day for buying clothes that would be perfect for whatever Elias Walker ended up dragging her out to...just for them to end up in the bathroom or the back seat.
Carson clicked her heels against the flooring that reflected the chandelier hung high in the lobby. Her feet carried her towards one of her favorite boutiques in the mall that was owned by an outsider family from Milan. The store housed all the latest fashions from Europe and was considered Carson's "lazy place" when she didn't feel like taking a boat into Miami and a plane to Paris. But that was only when she didn't have the time before her next "event."
Racks lined the walls, while the center of the store was dedicated to shoes that next to no one could afford - save for a Cambridge. Carson tossed her hair over her shoulder and began looking through one of the racks of party dresses. Her eye was caught by a silver, strapless number before she felt the big hands on her hips and nearly jumped out of her skin. "Dammit Elias!" she cursed at him once seeing the strong face of the boy that the hands belonged to.
it's a prudish world.
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