IVACY HIGH #1
Eva's 'perfect' life is disrupted when she's adopted and thrusted rather unexpectedly and quite irrevocably into a whole new world where she encounters new friends, strange lifestyles, catastrophic situations, a dysfunctional sibling...
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EVA
Boutiques were a special kind of hell. They could fool people with their rows and rows of designer clothes, the soothing air blasting from the AC's, the excited looks on people's faces, Satan's absence and the lack of a blazing red inferno, but they didn't fool me.
This was where people's self esteems came to die. And mine was in danger of drawing it's last breath.
"Let me show you to another section. " the sales attendant bared her teeth in something too shark-like to be a smile, clasping her hands in front of her. She'd clung to our side from the moment her eyes latched onto us, when we came in and had refused to leave, offering suggestions when she thought we needed them.
One could barely blame her. One look at Mrs Lawson and the twins and you'd know they were moneyed. With Mrs Lawson looking startlingly young in blue jeans, a cashmere sweater, her face coated in light make-up, Abi, in a brown long-sleeved thigh-length sheath gown, Zoe, in a black baggy designer T-shirt that I'd definitely cop, paired with a short Jean skirt and shorts, and finally, me, in my baggy faded joggers and holey oversized hoodie, it didn't take a genius to figure out I was the outsider.
I felt like a rat.
"Another section? " Mrs Lawson threw an incredulous look at the girl, "When we've only just entered this one? "
My brows rose involuntarily. If spending an hour at a place counted as just entered, then she was right.
"But there are somuch mode clothes for her to try out. Spending all her money on—"
"She can get as many clothes as she wants. " Mrs Lawson cut in, obviously offended.
The sale's attendants already attained smile, turned apologetic as she nodded, "Of course. "
I could guess it would not be favourable getting on a customer's bad side especially at a place like this, reputable for it's top notch deliveries and customer service. According to Mrs Lawson, it was the best boutique in Abuja and the most expensive. Of course I could easily have figured that out with the decor and amount of people milling around. If the place hadn't been as huge as it was, I'd have suffocated to death.
I looked up to find Mrs Lawson watching me.
"Do you have all you need here, Eva? "
What a question.
The huge pile of clothes in the cart beside her could answer that for me. They were tops. All of them. This was the first and only section of the boutique we had entered and I already had more clothes than I'd had my entire life.
Who spent an hour shopping on just tops? Mrs Lawson apparently. Not that I was complaining or anything, but my legs were threatening to give. If she planned on spending an hour on every section we entered, then I was definitely going to pass out.
