Chapter 192

Forty-five minutes later, Danica has a new wardrobe: three pairs of jeans, four long-sleeved tops in various colors, two skirts, two plain shirts, two cardigans, two dresses, two sweaters, a coat, socks, tights, and underwear. “That’s one thousand three hundred and fifty-five, please.” Sarah beams at Lorenzo. “What!” Danica squeaks. Lorenzo hands over his credit card, pulls Danica into his arms, and kisses her long and hard. She is breathless when he releases her, and she stares down at the floor, mortified. She cannot face Sarah. To Danica, holding hands in public is considered forward. Kissing. No. Never. Never in public. “Hey,” Lorenzo murmurs, putting his hand beneath her chin to pull her face up. “You spend too much,” she whispers. “Not for you. Please. Don’t be angry with me.” *********** *LORENZO* Her gaze lingers on my face, but I have no idea what she’s thinking. “Thank you,” she says finally. “You are most welcome,” I reply, relieved. “Now we’re going to get you some decent s