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Chapter Eighteen
3:00pm
"Excited to go back to work tomorrow?" Catherine asked as they drove home two hours later.
"I'd be more excited if I wasn't stuck in the lab." Sara groaned.
"It's only for a week, Sara."
"I know. It's going to be the longest week of my life."
"At least you have Greg to keep you company." Catherine smirked.
"I bet he's going to love that."
"Hey, did Nick pick a restaurant yet?"
"Yeah, he sent me a text. Some place called 'Mystique'. Not sure where that is."
"Oh, that's nice. Eddie took me there once."
"How nice?" Sara hesitantly asked.
"Casual nice. Not like ball gown nice but definitely not work clothes. You need a dress." Catherine explained.
"A dress?" Sara squeaked.
"Yeah, you know those things that woman wear when they want to look nice and show off their incredible legs?" Catherine remarked smartly.
"One, I know what a dress is. Two, I do not have incredible legs and three, I don't think I own a nice dress."
"Well, I guess it's time to go shopping." Catherine grinned and made a left turn to pull into the mall parking lot.
Sara groaned, remembering the last time she braved a shopping trip with Catherine. It took an hour and a half to decide on a pair of plain black heels.
"So, I'm thinking a black, red or green color." Catherine stated as they trooped through the mall. "Sara, stop dragging your feet. Let's go in here."
Sara frowned and reluctantly followed.
"Let's see…" Catherine started digging through the rack, handing Sara dresses as she went.
"Uh, Catherine?" Sara's arms were full of dresses a few minutes later. "I think we have enough."
"Oh, good point. C'mon, let's go try they on." Catherine led her to the dressing rooms. "Try this one on first." She took all the dresses butt one from her arms.
Half an hour later, they had agreed on a simple black, v-neck halter dress that came to just above her knees.
"Let's find some shoes now. I have the perfect purse to match that dress." Catherine stated, dragging her across the store.
"Oh no…" Sara groaned.