CHAPTER 29
~Xena's POV~
My eyes did another proper size-up of the outfit, wanting to see the beauty and compare its worth.
"Don't just stand there, like some lost wild flower. You can explore," Xade's voice broke me from my thought.
Before I could argue, racks rolled forward. I blinked at the sea of silk, neutrual tones, tailored pieces, dresses, jumpsuits, all luxurious and way out of my league, but looked like… his.
Without waiting for me to wonder about the designer outfits, Xade pointed. "Try them."
"I can choose myself."
"No," he corrected, "you'll choose terribly. I'll choose, and you'll try them on."
"But I am the one wearing it."
"And look at where your poor choices have left you," he retorted.
"Fine, which ones first then?"
"All."
"What?"
"No arguing. Go."
I scowled. "I'm not a mannequin."
"You're worse," Xade stated calmly. "You're stubborn."
"Wow. And yet you dragged me here."
