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Really, what did Hanna’s mom ever see in that guy, anyway? Wilden was cute, but not that cute. When
Hanna caught him getting out of the shower all those months ago, he didn’t even look that fabulous
halfnaked.
Not that she was into him or anything, but Hanna had a feeling lacrosse-obsessed Mike would look
way hotter.
Otter, Hanna’s favorite boutique, was tucked next to Cartier and Louis Vuitton. She strode in, inhaling
the
Ceylon-scented Diptyque candles. Fergie was on the stereo, and racks of Catherine Malandrino, Nanette
Lepore, and Moschino spread out before her. She sighed, blissful. The leather jackets were glossy and
lush.
The silk dresses and diaphanous, oversize scarves looked spun from gold. Sasha, one of the salesgirls,
noticed
Hanna and waved. Hanna was one of Otter’s best customers.
Hanna immediately selected a few dresses, enjoying the noise the wooden hangers made when they
clonked
together. “Would you like me to put those in your dressing room?” said a fake high-pitched voice. Hanna
turned. Mike was standing next to her. “I’ve already started a room for you with some of my favorite
selections,”
he added.
Hanna stepped back. “You picked things out for me?” This she had to see. She marched to the only
dressing
room that had its velvet curtain tied to the side. A few things hung on the knob next to the mirror. First
was
a pair of high-waisted, tight black leather pants. Then there was a slinky silver tunic with a deep V in the
front and big, gaping side vents. Behind that were three string bikinis with Wonderbra tops and thong
bottoms.
Hanna turned to Mike and rolled her eyes. “Nice try, but hell has to freeze over before you get me into
any
of that stuff.” She eyed the leather pants again. Interestingly, Mike thought she was a size zero.