Felix threw his hands up. "You're overthinking this. The whole point is to embrace the lifestyle! These clothes send a message!"
As Felix continued his rant about brand identity and status signifiers, my mind drifted. Maybe I should have brought one of the Valentine sisters instead. Vivienne would be too controlling, Cassidy would make me try on embarrassing things for her amusement, and Sabrina would probably just watch silently while I suffered...
Maybe Harlow?
My brain immediately conjured an image of Harlow Valentine in a clothing store, her eyes sparkling with manic energy, twin tails bouncing as she pulled me from rack to rack.
"Ooh, Isaiah, try this one, it has sparkles! No, wait, this one has bows! And look, LOOK! This one is PINK!"
I could see myself being dragged through a boutique, arms laden with shopping bags, soul slowly leaving my body while Harlow sucked my social battery dry through a metaphorical straw.
