The Westchester
Inside
Thursday, September 4th
4:00 PM

Kristen Gregory looked through one of the windows at Tiffany's, glaring at the shining diamond rings and earrings. She felt like Holly Golightly, Audrey Hepburn's character in Breakfast at Tiffany's, eating in front of Tiffany & Co. Except she was eating a hot dog, and it was 4:00, not breakfast.

"Time to go in," she mumbled to herself as she delicately pushed the glass door open and tiptoed inside. She glanced at her list: something with diamonds and a Elsa Peretti bracelet. The rest was up to Dylan.

"Can I help you?" a stern voice came from behind her. Kristen gulped.

"Just browsing," Kristen smiled meakly. She looked at all the dazzling bracelets in the display. She walked up to the counter lady.

"May I see a Elsa Peretti bracelet, please?"

"Why, of course, dear." The old lady reached in and gently placed it on Kristen's tiny wrist.

"It looks darling on you. Your mum is somewhere in the store, perhaps?" She asked.

Kristen nodded. "And may I see those diamond earrings, please?"

The old lady nodded and handed them to her.

"Beautiful," Kristen gave a heart-warming smile to the old lady. "I'm going to show these to my mother. If she approves, I'll be right back."

The old lady glared suspiciously at Kristen, but didn't say anything. She turned around and helped another customer. Allowing Kristen to escape. She discreetly slid the bracelet off her hand, and put the earrings in her pocket. She fast-walked her way to the entrance, when someone knocked her down.

"Watch where you're going!" Kristen shouted without thinking.

"Oh, god I'm so sorry. I was ju--" The person stopped mid-sentence. "Kristen?"

'Oh my god,' Kristen thought.

"Dune?" she said excitedly. "What are you doing here?"

He pointed to his sister. "She's turning into more of an OCDiva," he replied before grabbing Kristen's arm.

"I have to show you something," he added abruptly as he whisked her back to where she had taken the bracelet.

Kristen's heart pumped 10 times it's normal rate.

"Look at that bracelet," Dune pointed to a Elsa Peretti bracelet. "It's...pretty, right?"

"Uh...yeah." Kristen stuttered.

"Well, it was gonna be a surprise...but since you are already here...I wanted to buy you that bracelet. Because...when you left Kristen..." Dune brought her to a more excluded area. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Kristen just stood there.

'Why isn't she blushing?' Dune thought.

Dune leaned in.

"Ach-hem." The weird old lady had returned. "Did your mother say you could buy the bracelet?"

Kristen's eyes widened as she gulped. "Uh...uh...um...I..."

Dune glanced at Kristen.

"Bracelet?" Dune repeated before turning to the lady. "Uh, I think you're mistaken. I'm gonna but it for her. Dune gave a small smile. Kristen fake smiled back.

'Not good,' Kristen thought. 'Not good at awl.'

"Hey, uh Dune, um...I've got..um..a dentist appointment and I need to...ahem..." Kristen desperately tried to get away from the two. She scurried to the entrance and got out. She ran all the way to the bathroom. She took out the bracelet and the earrings. All in it's shining glory. She shoved it back it and went to her next store: Betsey Johnson. She got out her cell phone and texted Dylan.

KRISTEN: GOT DIAMOND EARRINGS FOR ASHLYN AND BRACELET FOR TESSA. IM GOING TO BJ RITE NOW TO GET BJ DRESS.

It took a while for Dylan to reply back.

DYLAN: JUST GOT DIAMOND NECKLACE FOR ASHLYN AND ALREADY GOT COACH HEADSCARF FOR HANNAH. OK ILL GET BJ TOTE THEN. BYE

Kristen sighed and put her phone in her butt pocket. She spotted a babydoll dress. She scurried to it and they had it in 7 different colors. She got it in a putrid green. Now, how to steal it?

Kristen eyes the tag. 596. Probably more than her wardrobe cost altogether. Okay, maybe not her's, but Claire's. She quickly stuffed the putrid green dress under her sweatshirt. Then, she hooked the same green dress on her arm and sauntered toward the dressing rooms.

"How many items?" A bored looking teenage girl asked. Kristen help up one finger and followed the girl to a open dressing room.

"Thanks," Kristen slammed the dressing room door shut and pulled off the bulky sweatshirt she had on. Out fell the baby doll dress. She quickly picked it up and put it on a chair. She stripped until she was in her bra and undies.

She glanced at the sign on the door, "Shoplifting is prohibited," it read. She sighed. She put on the babydoll dress, then she tucked it in her jeans. She ripped off the tag. She put her shirt over it, then her sweatshirt. By now, she was a lumpy mess. But it didn't look bad. It just look like she had a big-ish stomach. She put the other dress on her arm and walked out.

"It didn't fit well, but thanks anyway," Kristen fake smiled as she handed the dress to the teenager and walked out of Betsey Johnson, without any alarms blaring.

Mission Accomplished.

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