Chapter 3: Beautiful Clothes 4 Beautiful People
Moda and Claude walked into the store. Moda admired the designer clothes, jewelry, shoes and knick knacks surrounding her on shelves and racks. She slowly walked through the store with Claude following behind her, looking bored and touching the fabrics of the women's clothing.
"Can I help you?" said a female voice with a very strong Spanish accent from behind the two. They both jumped and turned around. She smiled.
"Oh, I'm just looking around..." Moda replied. The lady's smile fell. "But I do plan to buy something!" she smiled which had brought the smile back to the saleswoman.
Moda stared at the saleslady. She was gorgeous. She had just-past-the-shoulder-length hair that was striking red (almost magenta)-brown and was styled and flipped in layers. She found the hairstyle unusual but it was still classy and nice. She was average height for a female, about 5"6. She had full, fuschia lips, tan skin and squinty dark brown eyes. She was wearing a hot-pink dressuit that had huge shoulder pads and sparkly gold buttons which matched the earrings, chain, and rings she had on.The lady extended her arm for a handshake.
"I'm Marcy...Marcy DeSoto..." she said and flashed a smile revealing a set of 32 pearly-whites.
"Oh, I'm Moda..." replied Moda who also smiled and shook her hand. "Moda Vercetti."
Everything on Marcy froze except the arm and hand which was moving. Claude elbowed Moda in the arm and she looked at him as if to say 'what'd I do?'.
'Why don't you tell her your shoe size and PIN number...' Claude thought.
Marcy admired Moda as well. She was tall, slim, wasn't exactly Route 66 but still had a nice shape, and a round Bambi face. She envied the smoothness and consistency of her young, dark caramel skin while hers only appeared to be perfect (thanks to the special cosmetics she used) and was getting more and more wrinkled with each passing, stressful, empty year. She also envied her for another particular reason...
Marcy came back to reality and began walking and talking. Moda and Claude took the liberty of following her.
"Here at my store, 'Marcy D's'..." she spoke, rolling her 'R's a little "Our motto is 'beautiful clothes, for beautiful people'..." she stopped and turned around.
"And you are definitely beautiful, miss..." She smiled again. "Therefore, it's only right that you should own clothes as beautiful as you, yes?"
Moda nodded in agreement. Claude just looked away.
"So...is there anything in particular you are looking for today?"
"Um...suprise me!" said Moda.
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Several hours had passed during the tour of the store. Claude was sitting in a chair almost smothered in the pile of clothes Moda continuously threw on him as she tried on outfits. She was in the dressing room and Marcy was outside the dressing room waiting to see her in another dress. For the first time since they were in the store, Marcy actually took notice of Claude. He was short, messy boyishly brown hair, big boyish brown eyes, nothing special.
"Your girlfriend?" Marcy smiled at him. Claude just shook his head. "Lemme guess, best friend's younger sister?" she asked again. She was nosy like that. Claude shook his head 'no' again. She was about to ask another question when Moda snatched the curtain from her booth. She stepped in front of the mirror, displaying the dress, shoes and jewelry she tried on.
It was a basic halter, flowy cyan-blue dress that stopped at the knee. Nothing about it was special other than the tiny rhinestones that lined the hem of the dress. Although the bottom of it was free-flowing, it was still close-fitting and hugged every small curve of her body. She wore chandiler earrings which had rhinestones on them and a curly metal bracelet which she wore on her forearm. Claude's eyes popped and Marcy let out a silent gasp.
"How do I look?" Moda asked, jumping up and down exitedly...
"Like a million dollars! Do you have your daddy's credit card, Miss?" Marcy said then switched the subject. "Say, I was just asking your little friend here if you two were a couple!"
Moda stood vexed at how forward and somewhat rude Marcy was. It wasn't her business. Her face turned up a little bit.
"He's my cousin..." she said flatly.
"Oh...So would that make--"
"Well, I don't have a credit card so cash is good here, right?" she interjected.
"Um...yes...cash is fine!" Marcy smiled.
Moda slipped back into the dressing room to change. They went over to the register and Marcy rang up all of the clothes she had bought. She watched Moda carefully as she reached into the lining of one of her leg warmers and pulled out a stack of hundreds.
"Wow! So much money...Your parents must have very good jobs, yes?" she smiled again.
Sick of her smiling and inappropiate comments, Moda just stared at her and snatched her receipt. "Thanks..." she snapped.
Marcy watched as Claude and Moda exited her store. Her phony smile slowly curled up into a evil frown.
"Hmmm...Now that I know what you look like and I have a good idea as to who you are...Yes, we'll see what happens..." she said.
End chapter
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Like I said, the blended words are not my fault! Words that cometogether likethis, I don't know how or why that happens but it does.
Hmmmm, anyone getting any...special connections with this story, eh? If you get it don't ruin the plot for everyone else! And just for the record, I do intend for this story to get a tad...explicit in later chapters so brace yourself.
Oh and I decided to put this and VP under the "drama" genre. It used to be "action/adventure" but there wasn't enough action...or adventure and I was gonna make it "humor" but it wasn't that funny so yeah, it's an official "general/drama".