Cashmere
Chapter Eleven
Setting the plan into action
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"I still don't know why we're doin' this, Francesca." Felka scoffed, furrowing her thin brows.
"Relax, mon ami, this is all for the sake of, amour." Francesca said in her alluring accent.
"But this is, like, totally cutting into my prom dress shopping time," The Pole whined, "and I have to get Liet's birthday present."
"…Mademoiselle Tara's anniversaire isn't for a month," Francesca replied, "and the prom isn't until May."
"…I totally knew that!"
"Right…imbécile."
"Shut it, Frenchie."
The pair shifted accordingly as customers cut through their hiding area. Alice was working on the desk across from them, oblivious to their observation. Could this girl be anymore naïve? I mean, Francesca, the queen seductress, had failed to get more than a glare by the rather cute Brit. She pouted; the embarrassment still made her cranky. She was determined, now as ever, to give this woman a partner, whether it was her or that goof Amelia.
"So what's the plan?" Felka asked, turning to her.
"In a minute, mon ami, I am still thinking…do you still think we should help the Brit and the American? I could give la belle Alice more affection than cet imbécile Amelia ever could…"
"Uh no. You are way too much of a slut and Alice totally hates you."
"…ça alors, merci." Francesca frowned.
"Anytime!" Felka yelled cheerfully. "Now about that plan…"
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"You get it, oui?" Francesca asked as she folded the paper up. They were still undetected by Alice despite the late time frame. Felka nodded.
"Sounds simple enough," she commented, "Once she, like, gets it, this plan will totally work itself out."
"Precisely."
"Good. I have other things to do," Felka stood up. "Give me the note; I'll give it to her."
Francesca handed her the pink paper, smirking.
This must have been her best idea yet…
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Amelia pack up her purse quickly, eager to leave before Alice's shift was over (which was in ten minutes). Today had been a very stressful day.
"Like, Emily!"
She turned around expecting Alice but relaxed once she recognized Felka.
"What's up?" She asked. Felka smirked.
"I need to give you this," She said, "It's totally important." Amelia eyed the pink sheet with apprehension.
"What is it?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes a little.
"I don't know, read it yourself." Felka shrugged. Amelia grabbed it from her hands and placed it in her bag.
"I'll read it at home." Amelia said coolly. Felka smiled.
"Fine by me."
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"She's totally gonna read it!" Felka squealed. Francesca smiled sinisterly.
"Excellent, now all we have to do is wait…" Francesca muttered. Felka untied her pink cardigan from her waist and pulled it over her white tank top.
"Totally, cuz I need some new outfits," her eyes wandered to the end of the store where a whole selection of pink clothes. She looked back at Francesca, smiling triumphantly.
"You owe me Frenchie." Francesca sighed.
"Fine…"
ca alors, merci- gee, thanks...
You can figure out the rest yourselves :3
