Chapter 129
Estela POV
It turns out that Julie was not a "she," but a very flamboyant, very muscular, very intimidating "he."
He looked me up and down with a level of judgement , clicked his tongue, and immediately started dragging me everywhere without explanation.
It was well past midnight. Any other day, any other name, every luxury store would have been shuttered and dark. But apparently, if you have the name "Castellano" attached to your errands, managers will literally leave their beds and unlock their boutiques for you.
So we went shopping.
I didn't even know what we were shopping for—clothes? Shoes? A new personality? Julie didn't say. He just pushed, gestured, ordered, and occasionally insulted my fashion sense under his breath.
When it was over, my arms were full, my feet were sore, and I was wearing the most expensive pair of sunglasses I'd ever seen—at 3:00AM.
From there, we went to my apartment.
