They pulled up outside a huge mall, one of the fanciest in all country C . Only the rich could afford most of the things there.
" So what should we do first," Shirley asked as they walked past the front door.
" Shopping."
They headed for the fourth floor where most boutiques are. When they arrived there were quite alot of people around one small boutique that seemed have an event going on.
" Let's go," Shirley said pulling Leslie towards the boutique.
" Coming through."
She forced her way through the sea of people until they arrived at the front.
She read the poster.
There was a clearance sale but since the place was a luxury store, the clothes were still expensive.
" Let's buy here," Leslie said behind her," I heard their clothes are beautiful I've wanted to come here."
They walked into the store.
No sales representative came to them they just stood there looking at them.
" Hello, who's gonna serve us?" Shirley asked out loud.
" For God's sake, just pick a clothe and if you are here to window shop just leave,"One of the more beautiful girl said and went back to playing with her nails.
"She did not just say that," Shirley whispered to Leslie who nodded.
" Is no one going to help us really?" She asked again.
"Okay bye, lets go next door it's not like we are going to force ourselves on their hot butts."
Shirley turned and left the store, she swore she heard a click behind her.
" What the heck they were soo rude," Leslie said as she followed Shirley out.
They went to the store next door that was also a clothing store. Probably competitors.
The moment they entered a beautiful girl came to introduce themselves to her.
" Can you help us carry the ones we choose?" Shirley said to her with a smile.
She and Leslie picked up a tone of clothes thaanother sales representative had to come and help.
After trying them on they went to pay.
" That would be a hundred," The clerk at the till said.
After paying they took their bags and left. Each if them were carry ten shopping bags filled with clothes.
They had really overspent but who doesn't like to celebrate.
Shirley made sure to stop by the door of the other store much to the shock of the staff.
" The money would have been yours," she shouted loud enough for most people to hear. And enjoyed as the face of the staff scrunched up in disbelief then anger.
" That was a good laugh," Leslie said," let's go for lunch iimade a reservation this morning."
" You know me soo well."
They arrive at an expensive steak house. Their food had always been first class and Shirley wanted to try it.
" We have a reservation under Leslie."
" This way please."
They were led to the second floor of the building and sat on a corner table that overlooked the whole restaurant. On their right side thee was also a huge floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a garden that was probably cultivated by thetsteak house.
They had just finished ordering what they wanted when a commotion happened. Some people talking so loudly came to the second floor.
" I want the corner table I always sit there."
Then the managers frantic voice," but that is already taken, the person on it booked it in advance."
"Rachel stop complaining, I'm sure we can sit somewhere else." Leslie could recognize that voice anywhere.
" It's her, Maryanne."
" Okay,but you are really too kind."the complaining voice answered.
Shirleys heart skipped a bit but calm down afterwards. She would inevitably meet the female lead.
They appeared with a group of six four girls two boys probably Maryanne's dogs.
Maryanne was beautiful, blonde long hair that reached her waist. A small palm sized face. Blue eyes and full lips. She had that innocent face that made people want to protect her .
The only thing that was different was that she was not as well shaped as she and Leslie. She had a small chest and was shorter than them.
She would be called cute but not sexy . Shirley was pretty sure thatust have irritated her. Which woman doesn't want an hour glass figure.
You could see her eyes brighten the moment she saw that they were the ones on the table.
She pointed them to the others and whispered something. They sped walked towards their table and came to a stop with the manager behind them.
"Hi, Leslie I didn't expect to see you here with her." She said that pointedly." You know she hit here sister and boyfriend right?"
She said with that fake concerned voice but loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.
Everyone turned to look at them.
She could see Leslie getting angry .
" So what do you want me to do about?" Shirley asked amused. She kicked Leslie's foot under the table who turned to her.
She winked at Leslie. No one noticed their brief interaction.
" Don't you feel guilty for hurting them like that?"
" No am I ?"
" Yes, your sister is my friend of course seeing her this hurt makes me sad," she said this while dramatically holding her heart a few tears managed to fall out. This girl could win an Oscar awards.
" Yes, why did you hit Sharon,she's your sister." Another girl who was standing behind Maryanne chimed in.
" Is what she did okay to you?" She asked again. She knew Sharon would never say what she did.
" I'm sure what she did was not that bad for you to hurt her that much. She's your sister and family forgives," now she sounded like some sketchy priest.
" Wow Maryanne I didn't know you were so kind. Sleeping with your own sisters boyfriend behind her back must not mean that much to you. You really have a good heart . But thank God Leslie would never do that to you !" She said with that fake over cheerful voice.
Everyone in the hotel gasped.
Maryanne fumbled on how to answer that her face turning red.
Shirley watch with amusement waiting to see how she got out of it.