บท 78: Naughty Erica

At the mall, I felt like an A-list celebrity stepping out of my limo at a red carpet affair. Even the weather cooperated as I gracefully turned my head and the wind did the rest. Two guys walking by practically broke their necks as their heads both whipped around to look.

Donna had offered to walk with me, but suggested it would be better if she followed from a distance. She had dressed "frumpy" (as if a goddess like her could ever look frumpy) so it wouldn't look like we were together, and not draw too much attention from me.