255 THE TRUTH ABOUT THE DOMINICK'S

"Okay, I think we should call it a day," Isabella said, exhaustion clear in her voice. Sandra giggled. "I see you're not a shopping type." "Oh, I was. I used to drag my best friend here anytime she was upset, and I felt like quenching my paycheck, but then I got married and had kids, so the urge to come to a crowded mall to wander around for hours had died down. Right now, all I wanted to do was sleep and eat." Sandra burst into laughter. "You are something, Isa." "Get a kid first, and then you'll be able to relate to me. I found a spot," she said, pointing to an empty bench. Let's sit there." "Oh my God, I need a massage." She placed her shopping bags on the floor. "Do you need a drink? I'm going to get lemonade for myself." Sandra asked. "Get lemonade for me, too; it's really hot." "Sure thing." She stood up and went to the eatery opposite, where they sat. "Sandra Dominick, what the hell are you hiding?" Isabella closed her eyes and sighed in frustration. So far, she hadn't