when: saturday morning
where: galleries lafayette
with: @juno--jones
“Gabi,” Celine hissed, trying not to raise her voice, lest she draw more attention to the two of them. Her sister only rolled her eyes in response but she did drop the insanely overpriced purse she had in her hand.
“You wanted to come in here, you know this isn’t the kind of place you can just pick things up. If you damage it, they’ll make you pay for it,” she scolded, earning herself another eye roll. Which she probably deserved. She knew that if she was twelve years old again she would be having a ball in here. The high domed roof, the golden balconies, the gleaming tiled floor; it was like a fairytale castle come to life filled with designer clothes and handbags. Except now she was an adult, and she knew most things there cost more than she made in a month. And they were supposed to be buying Gabrielle new school shoes, not shopping the new Christian Dior collection.
Still she was being led across the shop floor by her sister, literally. She dragged her right into an oncoming shopper, Silently fuming, Celine prepared to multitask by both apologising to the stranger and giving her little sister the sternest stare she could muster. Except those plans flew out the window when she realised that the person she had bumped into wasn’t a stranger at all.
“Uh, Gabi you can...,” she glanced over her sister’s shoulder, “The shoes are over there.”
She could sense a conversation coming as she looked back at the person she had shoulder barged. She didn’t think it would be a particularly long one, it wouldn’t have been if she was on the other side. But she didn’t really want her little sister eavesdropping.
“Hey,” she said, trying to sound less like she was about to vomit, “It’s been a while.”












