Page 46 of Something Old

I sigh and step away from him. “Alright. I’m going.”

“Don’t you want coffee? I can make you one to go?”

“No - thanks anyway. Have a good day.”

He smiles, but it’s a little less cheerful. I don’t think he likes it when I say no to him.

Well, surprise asshole, you’ve earned all the no’s I give you.

I go overboard.

I mean - ridiculous.

I buy everything I want and more. I am kind of horrified with myself about the amount of money I spent today - and I know that when I get home, he’s going to be furious with me. I can’t blame him. I just - I went too far. That’s all.

I started shopping, and once I got going my mind sort of flipped into this mode where I wanted to get revenge on him for hurting me -andI was all in with the ‘I can’t have love, but I can have pretty things’ justification.

The driver keeps carrying my shopping bags back to the car for me and I can even tell by the look on his face that I’ve gone too far.

Now I’m nervous to go home.

I giggle to myself as I swipe Masaccio’s credit card again - paying for a pair of diamond earrings that I have to have. Even though I’ve spent too much - there is no point in stopping now. I’m already going to be in trouble. He’ll take the card away the minute I get home, so I may as well get what I want now.

I was going to message Isabelle and invite her for cocktails. But at this point my feet are hurting, I’m too tired, and I want to go home and browse through all my new things. I can repack mycloset and decorate my bedroom with the little cute things I got to make it feel more like home.

I glance at my watch.

I’ve been shopping for six hours. I stopped for a coffee and a little lunch, but that only took about forty minutes. That’s just insane. I have never shopped for that many hours in one day before.

No wonder I’m so tired.

I can’t even remember everything I bought, I realize with shock, then laugh at myself again.

Laugh now - cry later when Mas tears your head off.

I continue to grin. Whatever. This is his fault.

Slinging my new Versace handbag over my shoulder I shrug, I guess it’s time to face the music at home.

I message the driver to meet me out front and then, swinging the last of my shopping items in their pretty paper bags, I walk towards the exit - and towards the inevitable lecture I am about to get. It’ll still be worth it.

Arriving back home I feel a little tense.

The driver has to call one of the security guys to help carry all of my shopping bags up to my room and even together they have to do two trips.

I walk into the house with a nervous step - peeking around the corner - waiting for Mas to come marching towards me with a face of rage.

Nothing.

Silence.

If I’m quick, I can rush to my room and close the door and face his wrath another day.

I make a run for it, but he catches me at the top of the stairs.

“Leo - I thought you were going out for dinner.”

“I - changed my mind.” I say too.

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