Boys. Plural. She means me, too.
“I want a new outfit too.” Everly pouts.
“Of course you do,” Faith grumbles.
“Not my fault I have style and you don’t,” she bites back.
“I don’t need designer dresses for the farm.”
Everly pokes her tongue out at Faith, who rolls her eyes.
“I would love to see you in a beautiful dress, though, sweetheart. There are a lot of handsome men walking around the resort,” Caroline tells her daughter.
“Are you trying to sell me off to one of your billionaire friends?” Faith gasps.
“No. That’s not what I was saying,” Caroline says, flustered.
“Faith does need to get laid, it’s been a while.”
“Jesus, Everly, a father doesn’t need to hear that.” Robert curses.
“That’s because I’m busy running a fricken farm, plus men suck,” Faith argues.
“All men or just one cowboy in particular?” Everly pushes.
“Screw you.” Faith points at her.
“The one who’s bull keeps getting into your yard.”
“Stop,” Faith warns her sister.
“Are you talking about Jesse?” Caroline asks.
“No,” Faith answers.
“Yes,” Everly states.
“Jesse is rather handsome, and you two used to be best friends before …” She lets the rest of the sentence hang in the air.
Before what? I look at Charlie, and he shakes his head as if to tell me not to ask about that.
“Enough chit-chat, let’s find everyone something to wear,” Robert says as he starts shrugging his arms into his coat, before he helps Caroline with hers. Everly and Faith glare at each other as they grab their coats off the hooks.
Caroline claps her hands. “Come on! Via Serlas awaits!”
I look at Charlie, confused. “It’s the main street,” he explains.Right.
The moment we step onto Via Serlas, St. Moritz’s main luxury shopping street, I stop dead.
It’s obscene.
All the big designer brands are all on one snowy alpine street.
Caroline inhales deeply. “God, I love this place.” I know how she feels, this is fucking heaven.
We follow her into the first shop, and the staff almost fall over backward to help us. Caroline tells them what we need, and we tell them our sizes, and the next thing I know, we are whisked off to the private room where all our options are laid out before us.
“Did you know Derrick is a famous stylist from LA?” Caroline tells one of the staff, who stills for a moment.
