He was probably incredibly bored, but he was being a good sport. "Not slutty." "Oh, okay. Good." Sophie spun around to face the mirror again. Another good purchase. The simple, dark purple wraparound dress with three-quarter sleeves would go into the "keep" pile. "You could wear it tonight, you know." Daniel tapped his watch. "The car will be here in twenty." Sophie tilted her head at her reflection and figured Daniel knew best. She used to consider herself knowledgeable when it came to fashion, but that was before she learned what the world thought of her. Tacky cunt. Spoiled bitch. Slut. Ungrateful. Naïve. Stupid. Worthless. It hurt. Even after Daniel had spent two hours comforting her, giving her advice, and assuring her she could fix her reputation, it hurt. But she put a smile on her face instead because that was more beautiful than sadness. It wasn’t like she had any shoulder to cry on, anyway. It was dawning on her that her friends back home weren't what one might call true friends.
