"I'm a grown woman, I can do whatever I want." Grace sings, spiting out some toothpaste into her white porcelain sink before opening the tap and rinsing her hot pink toothbrush. "I'm a grown woman and I don't gotta go to work."

Grace slides into her bedroom and throws open her windows, a Chesire smile on her face.

"No work. No work. No work."

Grace throws herself onto the bed and breathes in deeply.

After Vincent had, not so nicely, commanded them to leave, Grace and Molinda hopped into her silver Volvo, a heavy silence in the car. Once they reached the bright Shelly Cascades they hugged and when they're separate ways. Grace guessed it might have been the shock that zipped their lips shut.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

And they're like it's better than yours

Damn right its better than yours

I can teach you but I have to charge.

"Stupid ringtone." Grace grumbles, jumping off her bed and grabbing her phone from the charger. "What?"

"Uh, rude." Vic's voice booms from the phone.

"Sorry." Grace rolls her eyes and walks back to her bed. "What do you want, evil one."

"So, John had to go out of town and you know me, I made a huge deal out of it, even threw in some tears for effect and voila."

"Voila what?" Grace asks, eyeing her yellow night gown in the floor length mirror.

"He gave me his..."

"His?" Grace fishes, feeling her heartbeat increasing.

"Debit card." She whispers into the phone.

"Ahhh!" Grace squeals throwing her phone onto the bed; jumping up and down.

Running back to the phone, Grace puts it against her ear.

"We're going shopping. We're going shopping." They both sing till they breathing comes out in short huffs.

"Okay, let me get dressed then." Grace mutters, her eyes already on a yellow summer dress.

"Be there in 20."

"No! Make that 10, girl."

"Let's start over there. Wait, no there. Oh, what about Zara, I saw the cutest heels there." Vic mumbles, her hand tightly held by Grace's.

"I don't know. There's so much to do, so little time to do it." Grace sighs, her eyes flickering around the bright, radiant mall. "Did he give us a budget?"

Vic eyes wander up to the roof.

"I'm not going to lie, I can't remember." Vic eyes close shut as her face scrunches up. "The moment he took out the black card everything when kind of thick and drowsy."

Grace let's out a little laugh as they strut down the mall, walking past the well-dressed mannequins.

"Okay, fine let's just not go crazy okay?"

"Agreed."

Grace and Vic strut into H&M, hands tightly clasped and mouths stretched into a never ending smile. The dark security man, dressed in all black, nods at them as they move deeper into the store towards their favourite section.

"Aww look at that one." Vic softly coos, gently holding a pair of leather strapped sandals in her hand.

Grace leans over only a breath between her face and the sandal.

"It's beautiful. Take 2." Grace mumbles, reaching for a size 7. "They'd match perfectly with my Givenchy dress."

Grace tosses the shoes into the empty trolley before dragging Vic to the long rows of clothes.

"You ready?" Vc squeals, her hands already on a dark red crop top, the words 'give it to me' elegantly scrawled across the front.

"Babe, the moment you said debit card." Grace answers from behind a row of summer dresses.

A few minutes later the trolley is brimming with clothes instead of fetching a new empty trolley the girls decide to keep adding on top.

They both move towards the 'pay here' sign.

"Oh." The lady in all green gasps from behind the counter."Um, Joe come help me!"

A scrawny man emerges from the back, he eyes the trolley before sauntering over to them.

"Will you be paying with cash or card?" Joe mumbles, scratching his head. "Because-"

"Oh, no!" Vic gasp, placing her hand on her chest, her Gucci bracelet from 2 seasons ago around her slender wrists. "We'll be paying with a debit card. Private wealth debit card."

"Of course" The lady mumbles, reaching for the clothes.

"We'll get this done in a jiffy." Joe says. "Why don't you two continue shopping around the mall and we'll finish this up and call you when we're done."

"Really."

Grace hides a smile.

"Of course. Only the best for you."

The girls saunter out of H&M making a beeline for Gucci on the second floor.

"Oh, I'll be paying with my debit card. Private wealth debit card." Grace teases, her voice deep.

"Oh, shut up." Vic mumbles, playfully pushing her.

"Being the wife of a millionaire has it's perks."

"And being the best friend of the wife of a millionaire has it's perks too." Vic sasses back.

Grace laughs as they step into Gucci.

"My soul just leapt." Grace mumbles.

The Gucci store, one of Grace's favourite places too be other than Louis Vuitton and Christian Louboutin, had a gold themed store. The counters, sofas and carpet were painted a deep gold and the racks of shoes against the one wall glowed as they sat in behind a wall of light.

Two petite woman dressed in black blouses and black skirts walk up to Grace and Vic, on their feet the new Gucci Bloom slides.

"Hello, is there anything we can help you with ma'am?"

Grace and Vic share a look before walking off with their respective 'helpers'.

"Is it your first time here, ma'am?"

Grace let's out a snort.

"I wish, if it was then I probably would have money to pay for my rent instead of having the new Gucci Bloom fragrance and Ophidia GG tote with those 3 pigs on it." Grace eyes a pair of all black boots with the letters 'GG' sown near the ankles. "Can you pay for your rent in clothes?"

The girl lets out a laugh before wildly shaking her head.

"I thought so."

The two of them wonder around the store, walking into Vic a couple of times. The third time around Grace spots a woman's ace sneaker. She almost faints.

"What are these?" She whispers, holding them gently in the palm of her hand.

"Oh they're from our newest line, Three Little Pigs." The woman says walking closer and eyeing the shoe. "We actually have only 1 left...it's a size 7 I think."

Grace lets out a soft squeal as she pushes her curly, dark hair back.

"I'll take that-"

"Excuse me, can I have that shoe in a size 7." A nasal voice says from behind Grace.

Whipping her head back, Grace eyes the tall woman dressed in a fur coat and clad leather boots. Her platinum blond hair pushed back tightly in a bun and her face puffed with makeup.

Classic rich mommy right there, in the flesh.

Grace rolls her eyes back.

"There's only one left and I've already taken it."

"You have?" She squeaks. "Well, I can fix that. Where is Michelangelo?"

Grace eyes flicker between  the old woman and her petite helper.

"The store manager?" She says, her eyes wide open.

"Yes, tell him the I'm is here." She lets out a haughty laugh before trailing her eyes over Grace's yellow summer dress. "They just let anybody in here these days."

Grace inwardly gasps, taking a couple steps back till her back meets the shoe rack.

The petite girl's eyes flicker between the two of them before quickly turning around.

"Hey, you!" Grace calls, grabbing onto the girls wrist. "You're not going anywhere. Those shoes are mine."

Grace feels a strong heat building up in her chest as her eyes burst aflame.

"Yours?" The old woman scoff. "Why don't you go back to whatever store you got that yellow material from and let the big, white girls handle this."

She did not just say that!

A burst of anger flushes through Grace as she take a threatening step towards the woman.

"What is wrong with you old lady?" Grace seethes, dropping the shoes.

"Nothing." She squeaks, pushing her face away from Grace. "I just think you're here window shopping. Your people can't afford things like this so why come in here acting like you can?"

The woman smirks, throwing Grace a dirty look before turning around and walking towards the checkout counter where a young man, with tousled red hair steps out. His name tag reading Michelangelo.

"Ma'am are you alright?" A soft voice whispers from beside Grace.

"Yeah, fine, perfectly fine." Grace breathes out, her eyes trained on the old hag who turns back and points towards the ace shoes.

The world slowly blurs out till it completely disappears. All Grace can see is the old woman in her ugly fur coat and wrinkled face. The woman's voice echo in Grace's mind.

"Ahhhh!" She groans , flinging her body towards the woman.

There bodies crashing down.

"What are you-" The woman breathes out as Grace straddles her.

Before she has time to finish Grace shoves her palm onto her cheek.

A loud slap echoes around the store.

What have I just done?