Were they going to curse me out? Talk about how I wasn't good enough? Wonder what someone like Kastiel was doing with someone like me?
Ugh. I should stop thinking about the worst. This was going to happen when I decided to date him anyway. I knew this was going to happen. So why was I getting cold feet now?
I took a breath. I liked him. No—I was in love with him. And I didn't care what people said. I didn't care about rumors or whispers or the way people looked at me. I was here, with him, and that was all that mattered.
The manager began explaining what the bag was made from, the craftsmanship, the artisans who had spent months perfecting it. I listened attentively, more out of politeness than anything else. Then he said the words that made me sit up a little straighter.
"There are only two of these in the world," he said, his voice low, like he was sharing a secret. "One was purchased last month by a collector in the Logwer Pack. This is the last one."
