Giselle changed into the dress that the woman had picked for her. She didn’t know why she’d gotten so many clothes for Giselle. She was used to making her own dresses. She’d made the ball gown that she was wearing, but she had to admit that right now, she felt much better out of it. It had gotten so heavy with the rain.
After she’d slipped on the shoes and the coat, she walked out from the dressing room and joined Peter at the counter, she smirked at him a little. She looked a lot more like she belonged in Los Angeles now, too bad it only looked like she belonged there though, because she was not going to last five seconds on her own. Lucky she had Peter now.