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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

For some reason, he looks dejected as he follows me around the clothing racks. God, did he actually like those horrendous clothes? Not only were they not very nice, but they were not in the least flattering on him.

"But the shop seller said this is what popular people wear." He makes one last attempt at a weak protest, and I finally pause. Gazing up at him, I note a slight flush on his cheeks and none of his previous aggrandizing attitude.

"And you want to be popular?" I inquire softly.

"I... Forget about it." He shakes his head.

"I'm sure we could find something similar⁠—"

"No. Just forget about it," he repeats, his voice thick. His blank, arrogant expression is back on, and I have to wonder if I imagined that small glimpse of vulnerability on his face.

"Okay." I nod, a little puzzled about his attitude. But as I watch him from the corner of my eye, I realize he's quite confused about himself, too.

Maybe it's the foreign world, and he's just trying to fit in. But at the same time, why would someone with Ze's ego want to fit in?

With not too much time to spare, I choose a similar sweater to the one Cer had gotten since that's likely to fit him properly. I get it in black and the largest size available. Next, it's pants. I manage to find a pair of loose black pants that might fit him. Since he's such a fan of black, this should work just fine.

With the clock ticking, I push him into the changing room to try on his clothes while I also quickly scramble to find clothes for myself.

Thea and Cer are having fun in the accessories section, and I fly past them as I quickly browse the available options. Since this is going to be a long journey, I need something warm and comfortable.

I grab a pair of leggings from the sports section, adding a pair of warm tights too—just in case. I also get a sports bra that won't be too much of a bother, then quickly survey the underwear aisle and pick up a few to have throughout the trip. For the top, I decide to go with a couple of warm layers topped by a big purple hoodie. I purposefully choose a large size so that it looks oversized on me, the hem reaching my knees.

Finally done, I get back to the changing rooms to check on Ze. This time, luckily, his clothes fit him. I give him a thumbs-up—which I realize he doesn't know the meaning of—after which we pay and we're finally ready to go to the airport.