CHAPTER 50 EYES ON YOU

​MISSY'S POV I wandered through the fashion section of the Levidé mall, my heels clicking on the polished tiles. It was an upscale mall, clearly way above my class. I had come to meet a friend and had decided to feed my eyes with all the non-affordables the mall had to offer. Despite the ridiculously hiked prices, the different stalls were packed with people, wealthy shoppers flitting from one boutique to another, their arms laden with designer bags. I grew restless, the joy of retail therapy fading away to frustration and envy. My friend was nowhere to be found, and I was growing tired of waiting. Why would my friend even request to meet me in such a high-end place? As far as I knew, we were both penniless folks. I had just paused outside a jewelry store, my eyes drifting over a display of glittering diamonds, when something—oor more of someone—caught my eye—a familiar figure standing just outside an adjacent shop. I squinted my eyes to focus, and my breath caught in surprise. It