"MEG fashion show?" Lola knitted her brows as she listened to Amala's voice on her phone. "What the heck is that?"
"Lola, it's one of the rising fashion houses. Right now, it's slowly taking over the market," Amala sighed. "I told you about it before."
Lola frowned a little. "Amala, you know me."
"I know. You won't buy clothes or anything for yourself," Amala rolled her eyes. "If I didn't shop for you, how would you survive?"
Lola chuckled, reminded of how Amala used to nag her about these things. Amala was like a big sister and a parent to her. After all, Lola was used to buying from thrift stores, and her favorite part of that was haggling.
"So? What about this MEG thing?" she asked curiously. "Why are you calling me about it? Don't tell me they're opening a branch here? I will go with you if you want to shop, but me? Hoho!"
"No. I'm calling because a package arrived at the office from the brand. It's for you."
