Man, what was I doing? I drove Delilah to the mall, waited for her to get out, waved like a good little chauffeur, and only then realized I was supposed to take her back to the penthouse. That 'shopping with the girls' was just a way to trick Ivy. My brain just hadn't been working properly. Not after the bathroom. Not with Ivy right outside, close enough to hear anything if the timing went wrong.
Delilah didn't seem to mind. She only smiled, lacing her fingers with mine as we stepped inside.
Eventually, since we were already at the mall, we ended up in Nuppia, the kind of store that smelled expensive and confidence. Soft lighting, mirrors everywhere, racks filled with dresses that were designed to be noticed. Delilah moved between them, fingers brushing fabrics, eyes sharp.
She stopped, pulled one free, and held it up against herself.
"How about this?" she asked. "Do you like it?"
