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"Good. Because Levi's about to?—"
A pile of decorative hay lands on my head.
"LEVI!"
"You looked cold!"
"That's not how hay works!"
"It is if you believe!"
I chase him through the parking lot while Rowan and Luca watch with fond exasperation, Reverie filming because why the fuck not, and the October evening wraps around us like a blanket.
Three Alphas. One Omega. One pack.
And the best damn corn maze photo this town has ever seen.
Even if I do look like I've been attacked by an aggressive pumpkin pie.
Never a dull moment in Oakridge.
CHAPTER 32
Thrift-Store Thirst & Changing-Room Shenanigans
~HAZEL~
Thrift stores are where fashion goes to die,and apparently, where my dignity gets buried alongside it.
"This is necessary," Reverie insists, dragging me through the doors of "Second Chances Vintage & More," which sounds like either a thrift store or a support group for people with commitment issues.
The October morning is crisp, the kind that makes you want apple cider and good life choices, but instead I'm here, about to play dress-up while two Alphas pretend they're just here for "heavy lifting."
"We could have ordered costumes online," I protest, immediately assaulted by the scent of mothballs and broken dreams.
"And miss this?" Levi gestures at the chaos before us. "Look at all these treasures!"
Treasures. That's one word for it.
The store is pure organized chaos—racks of pumpkin sweaters that should be illegal, witch hats from the 1970s thatdefinitely contain asbestos, flannel jackets in every shade of "lumberjack chic." There's an entire section labeled "Vintage Sexy" that I'm avoiding eye contact with.
"Why are we here again?" Luca asks, though he's already rifling through a rack of leather jackets with the focus of someone dismantling a bomb.
"Fall Fashion Thrift Crawl!" Reverie announces like this explains everything. "Halloween costumes for the festival, plus new bakery uniforms because Hazel's current aprons are boring."
"My aprons are practical!"
"Boring and practical aren't mutually exclusive."
"They literally are!"
"Ladies," Levi interrupts, holding up what appears to be a bedazzled pumpkin vest. "Thoughts?"
"Burn it," we say in unison.
"You have no vision."
He puts it in his basket anyway.
