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~Elara's POV
Janae didn't slow down. The cart was already wobbling under the weight of what we'd chosen, but she was on fire. "Okay, let's check the next rack. I need a new top anyway. And maybe a dress for tonight." She grabbed a glittery black mini dress and held it up like it was a trophy.
"Janae… do you really need…" I started, but she waved me off.
"Girl, I deserve it. I work hard. I need to look like a queen sometimes, okay? Don't look at me like that." She laughed, already tossing the dress over her arm.
I sighed quietly, feeling a little guilty. Her energy was impossible to resist, though, and slowly I started picking up a few more pieces too, dresses I'd never imagined wearing, tops with daring cuts.
"You sure you want that one?" I asked, holding a sparkling silver crop top.
"Yes, yes! Oh my goodness, this is cute."
"This is going to be insane. I need to look good too, you know."
