A black sedan rolled to a stop in front of a building that looked more like a museum than a shop, and Mira pressed her face closer to the tinted window.
She squinted at the gold lettering on the glass doors while noting the two attendants in crisp black suits that stood in front like this was a bank vault and not a clothing store.
Madison Elira.
Her jaw almost dropped.
This was one of THE places, the kind of boutique that dressed celebrities for red carpets and award shows.
"A boutique?" She turned to Callis, audibly confused. "Why are we here?"
Honestly, she had so much on her mind than to shop, but Callis was already unbuckling her seatbelt with a small smile on her lips.
"Because comebacks don't happen in sweatpants."
Before Mira could even ask what she meant, Callis had stepped out of the car with the kind of confidence that made people move out of her way without being asked.
Ugh! Great. Just great!
