Chapter 397 The Shopping  

"I was shocked myself, darling. And maybe even a little hurt but I tried not to show it. You are after all, a smart, beautiful woman. I suppose he must have noticed you on one of his many trios to see his friend.

. You should be happy. He is one of the nicest men in the bunch and I am quite certain that he will treat you just as well as you deserve. And who knows, something else just might fall into place after the dinner.

So, now instead of freaking out and talking shit about my gorgeous friend, how about you focus on letting me use you as my lab rat yet again? Because I have appointed myself as your self-proclaimed stylist yet again." chynna was really savoring all of it.

She had no end to how much she loved to stir up excitement in herself even if she had to make others unwitting characters in the tales she was constantly weaving.

Amy looked defeated. She sunk back into the couch and sighed. "Weird. This is all so weird, I tell you," she muttered under her breath.

"Come here," Chynna said, pulling her away towards the bedroom.

Minutes later, the both of them were sitting between a pile of clothes with a drab look on their faces.

"Amy, tell me how exactly you are going through life with not so much as one decent evening dress in your closet?!" Chynna asked. It was more of a tired and surprised exclamation than anything else.

"But why did he not ask me himself?" Amy asked suddenly as if she had not even heard Chynna talk at all. "What has this world come to now? This is not how our parents used to do things in the olden days," she added for effect.

Chynna laughed despite herself. "Oh, quit your whinning," she jabbed. "It's your curse for having a loudmouth for a best friend. I am very certain that Jun Mo will do the right thing and come to you himself but he was just trying to see if he had any chances of you accepting and that was why he told me.

I sadly could not contain the excitement and spilled. So before you conjure up all the dead and gone ancestors of all China, you might want to pause and sit right next to your phone or hang behind your door, you never know through what medium he will come." she was starting to feel a little sick from all that lying.

It came easily to her because she had an over active imagination but she had unwittingly woven herself intoa web of her own making and it was starting to get even more and more complicated as more fine threads spun into existence almost of their own volition.

Right now, she would just have to hope that her plan succeeds as she wanted and that Amy would forgive her in the end because she was doing all of it for love. But right in this moment, her focus was on getting Amy the right fit that would turn heads when the d-day came calling.

"Get up," she commanded. "We are going to buy you something fit for a beauty like you."

Amy looked up at her friend and just shook her head. She knew it was pointless to argue anything with her. It was even worse if one tried to do it when it involved looking as fabulous as was lawfully permitted.

She let Chynna drag her out of the room. It was late but she knew her friend did not have one patient bone in her body. She would drive through all the streets of China if that was what was required to find Amy that dress.

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Amy was thankful that the long drive she had anticipated had not happened. Apparently, her friend had a go-to place for shopping nice clothes and accessories. And they were open on all hours of every day.

The best news of all was that Chynna was a premium customer. In fact, she held some sort of special membership card that gave her huge discounts on every fifth purchase. Knowing Chynna, Amy could tell she had spent something shy of a fortune at this establishment because such bonuses only came to the most valued customers.

"Welcome madam. Good evening, Ms. Chynna" a young lad who looked not a day more than nineteen greeted the two women respectfully with a deep bow as they stepped in. Amy was blown away by the ambience.

The wall was designed in monochrome and the vibrant outfits nesting on the shapely mannequins were the pop of color that blended everything perfectly. She could already guess how much each outfit would cost and she felt like turning on her heels and fleeing leaving Chynna to deal with it all by herself.

As if sensing what her friend was thinking, Chynna leaned in closer and linked arms with her and without even so much as looking over at Amy, she smiled sweetly at the young man who was standing by waiting to attend to their needs. "The evening dress section, please," she said, still smiling.

"Of course, madams. Please, follow me," the young attendant said, starting out ahead of the two women. He walked in a way that was suggestive of the fact that he probably like boys. Chynna had seen a lot of them effeminates as people liked to call them but she found them only mildly interesting.

They were just people to her. People with quirks like everyone else and in her line of work, she was ready for all kinds of surprises because she had seen some of her colleagues conclude on the sexuality of one of such people only to be shocked stiff when they were proved to have been grossly misinformed.

She held off all such judgements until or if the subject ever found it comfortable to bring it up in conversation.

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