"Aurora."
"Hmm?"
"Why are we at Rosalina's Secret?"
The store sat between a coffee shop and a watch boutique on Ventura's main shopping strip, its window display featuring mannequins wearing approximately forty percent of a complete outfit. Pink cursive lettering on frosted glass. A doorway that smelled like vanilla and expensive perfume. The kind of store where a single bra costs three hundred credits and comes with a card that says congratulations on your terrible financial decision.
Aurora didn't even slow down. "Quick stop."
"For what?"
"I need something to wear under my dress tonight." She pushed the door open. "Won't take long."
I looked at Addison. Addison looked at me with violet eyes that said absolutely nothing helpful.
"I can wait outside," I offered.
"I want your opinion." Aurora grabbed my wrist and pulled. "Come on."
