Chapter 32. alice beach

"What the actual hell, beac- I mean, Alice?!" I hissed.

Alice, the beach ignored me and strutted forward, handing over her third shopping bag to her 'waiting woman.' I cursed under my breath, and followed after her, wondering under which unlucky star, I was condemned to shop with her.

It was later in the day, after Alice had dropped the crybaby- I mean, the Zain bomb on us. We couldn't make a scene at the breakfast table, because of well...the queen a very displeased queen, might I add, because come on, why would anyone want to tolerate an influx of unwanted guests, all at once?

Now, here we were, shopping for tonight's introductory ceremony of Noah. I didn't want to shop because I had packed enough clothes for every kind of occasion, but, Quinn and Anna had insisted, and I had to eventually comply.