Chapter 64 Sixty-three

• I insert a chip covered in brown sauce into my mouth, barely tasting it. Stifling a groan at the heap of chips left in my plate, I scowl at Clarissa sitting across me with an empty plate in front of her. This place is not worth the hype, maybe it is but I am too tired to notice. Whatever the case, and like Clarissa said, from now on, we only roll in Gucci.
• Thinking about it now causes me to laugh, her straight face after she hollered at the sight of the black card and proceeded to list all the Gucci things we will get. I snicker, she arches a brow. Her shirt lifts to reveal toned stomach when she leans on the table, I pout and cast a glance at our empty surrounding, we should have come out sooner.
• Her voice is small when she asks, “Are you okay?” I nod, maybe not perfect but I feel better than I did earlier in the day. She eyes my food warily, I insert another chip into my mouth, then take a large bite of the chicken. She applauds me, I smile. “Good girl.”