After Anissa had amassed a collection of clothes, it was time to shop for other stuff. Shoes, socks, even underwear. Dave refused to help with that one. She took pity on him and patted him on the shoulder. "I will manage."

He ducked over to menswear to grab a new sweater for himself. Fuck, it was a party after all. When he went back to get Anissa, he tried not to look at the colorful jumble of lace she dumped into the cart. The cosmetic aisles were much the same. He knew she ...