tossed the clothes she had in her hand onto the bed and came up to Shyla, taking her hand. “I’m Kera, Devon"s wife. That’s Samara. We just couldn’t wait to meet you.”
“Take a breath, Kera,” Samara said, coming up to Shyla also. “Hi.”
Swallowing hard, Shyla tried to smile back. “Hi.”
Kera laughed, “Don’t worry, we don’t bite. Come on and get dressed.” She quickly picked the clothes up from the bed. “We have major shopping to do.”
“Kera! Maybe she doesn’t want to. You ever thought about asking first?”
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Kera rolled her eyes, “Fine. Would you like to go shopping with us?
You need more outfits then what you have now, and we would love to take you out.”
“Please say yes,” Samara whispered loudly. “If you don’t, I have to put up with her pouting for hours and it isn’t a pretty sight. She loves to go shopping, or it’s eating lobster.” She tapped a finger on her lip. “I can’t remember.”
“Oh, you’re just too funny,” Kera snorted, and Shyla laughed.
“Okay,” Shyla told them. “Let me get dressed then.”
“Yes!” Kera raised her hand up and fisted it down.
Shaking her head, Shyla turned with the clothes in hand and went right back into the bathroom. She dressed fast, and the second the door opened, Kera had hold of her hand, ran ahead, tugging her from the room.
They were down the stairs and almost out the front door when someone yelled at them.
“Kera, one dress only damn-it!”
They went to a different store than the one Blaine took her to. Right off, the clerks came forth, stopping what they were doing to tend to them. Kera had her get more under clothes, more nighties, stockings and shoes. She also got skirts, tops, pants and jeans. By the time they left, the back of the car was stuffed with bags.
Next stop, to buy an evening gown.
Shyla had no clue what an evening gown might be, or what it would be used for. She walked beside the two girls into a store that was nothing but gowns.
“Okay, Berdina has told everyone not to wear white,” Samara said.
“Only Makayla is to wear white, since the party is for her.”
“Got yah,” Kera said, “Which is fine with me, because I just found it.”
Kera walked up to a black evening gown with sparkling crystals all over it. The top was even embellished crystal straps. Tight cups would hug her breasts and it had criss-cross straps between the breasts and down both sides from under the arms down to the hips. A clerk didn’t waste a second from coming up to Kera and talking to her about the dress. While she did so, Shyla walked around the store, looking at some of the dresses herself.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Samara also talking to someone about a dress she was looking at. A more simple looking gown with thin straps and a tight bodice that went to the hips. It wasn’t all white either, 67
but a black and white mix. The top half had streaks of black, and below the hips the fabric was all white.
Shyla stopped when she saw a pink gown unlike anything she ever saw before. It wasn’t as fancy as the other two gowns the girls had found, but it grabbed her and held her fixed before it, just staring, afraid to touch it.
Pink and sliver, the sliver being thick wide straps that not only went around the neck to zip up underneath it, but those silver straps wrapped around the cups of the breasts to the back. The rest of the dress was a pale pink that fanned out to the ground in what looked like ripped pieces. Shyla never wanted anything in her life, except leaving the Compound, but she wanted this dress.
“Good lord, when will they stop letting the trash of this town into our stores?”
Shyla stiffened. She didn’t want to turn around to see who was talking, yet her feet seemed to move on their own. She turned and faced a woman that without a doubt had cruel eyes. Blonde hair pulled back tight, way too much make-up on her narrow face and a shirt so tight it looked like the buttons
“Take a breath, Kera,” Samara said, coming up to Shyla also. “Hi.”
Swallowing hard, Shyla tried to smile back. “Hi.”
Kera laughed, “Don’t worry, we don’t bite. Come on and get dressed.” She quickly picked the clothes up from the bed. “We have major shopping to do.”
“Kera! Maybe she doesn’t want to. You ever thought about asking first?”
66
Kera rolled her eyes, “Fine. Would you like to go shopping with us?
You need more outfits then what you have now, and we would love to take you out.”
“Please say yes,” Samara whispered loudly. “If you don’t, I have to put up with her pouting for hours and it isn’t a pretty sight. She loves to go shopping, or it’s eating lobster.” She tapped a finger on her lip. “I can’t remember.”
“Oh, you’re just too funny,” Kera snorted, and Shyla laughed.
“Okay,” Shyla told them. “Let me get dressed then.”
“Yes!” Kera raised her hand up and fisted it down.
Shaking her head, Shyla turned with the clothes in hand and went right back into the bathroom. She dressed fast, and the second the door opened, Kera had hold of her hand, ran ahead, tugging her from the room.
They were down the stairs and almost out the front door when someone yelled at them.
“Kera, one dress only damn-it!”
They went to a different store than the one Blaine took her to. Right off, the clerks came forth, stopping what they were doing to tend to them. Kera had her get more under clothes, more nighties, stockings and shoes. She also got skirts, tops, pants and jeans. By the time they left, the back of the car was stuffed with bags.
Next stop, to buy an evening gown.
Shyla had no clue what an evening gown might be, or what it would be used for. She walked beside the two girls into a store that was nothing but gowns.
“Okay, Berdina has told everyone not to wear white,” Samara said.
“Only Makayla is to wear white, since the party is for her.”
“Got yah,” Kera said, “Which is fine with me, because I just found it.”
Kera walked up to a black evening gown with sparkling crystals all over it. The top was even embellished crystal straps. Tight cups would hug her breasts and it had criss-cross straps between the breasts and down both sides from under the arms down to the hips. A clerk didn’t waste a second from coming up to Kera and talking to her about the dress. While she did so, Shyla walked around the store, looking at some of the dresses herself.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Samara also talking to someone about a dress she was looking at. A more simple looking gown with thin straps and a tight bodice that went to the hips. It wasn’t all white either, 67
but a black and white mix. The top half had streaks of black, and below the hips the fabric was all white.
Shyla stopped when she saw a pink gown unlike anything she ever saw before. It wasn’t as fancy as the other two gowns the girls had found, but it grabbed her and held her fixed before it, just staring, afraid to touch it.
Pink and sliver, the sliver being thick wide straps that not only went around the neck to zip up underneath it, but those silver straps wrapped around the cups of the breasts to the back. The rest of the dress was a pale pink that fanned out to the ground in what looked like ripped pieces. Shyla never wanted anything in her life, except leaving the Compound, but she wanted this dress.
“Good lord, when will they stop letting the trash of this town into our stores?”
Shyla stiffened. She didn’t want to turn around to see who was talking, yet her feet seemed to move on their own. She turned and faced a woman that without a doubt had cruel eyes. Blonde hair pulled back tight, way too much make-up on her narrow face and a shirt so tight it looked like the buttons
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