Nora's POV 
"We will have everything." Damon said to the shop attendant, making a sweeping gesture at the rack with his hand.
"Everything?" I croaked, unable to control my shock.
The shop attendant gave me a curious look but I ignored her.
I didn't need that many dresses. Moreover, they were too expensive and I didn't feel comfortable splurging money like that. It would take me ten years working my ass off to be able to pay for everything he was about to buy for me at the moment. 
He gave me a dark look and shook his head. I blushed, feeling like a scolded school girl. He brought out his phone and busied himself with it for a while before putting it back into his pockets.
My phone beeped in my purse and he gave me a pointed look. I took my phone out to check it and my cheeks got redder at the words he sent.
SASHA WOULD NEVER GASP DURING A SHOPPING SPREE. EMBARRASS ME ONE MORE TIME, FAKE SASHA, AND I WILL SHOW YOU HOW UNFORGIVING I CAN BE.
Fake Sasha. 
As if I don't have a name. 
He had been calling me that since morning. I reminded myself that I asked for this and had to be like the actual Sasha even if I found it uncomfortable to spend like her. I had more hungry days than the days I ate what I wanted to eat. I couldn't jump suddenly from that to a lady who wore the clothes on an entire rack at a department store.
"I don't need that many dresses, baby." I cooed, trying to rectify the situation as I realized the shop attendant was giving me a puzzled look. 
The poor lady probably wondered if I had a personality shift. I wondered how much money Sasha had wasted in the store. I didn't dare look at the price tags for fear I might collapse.
"It's fine if I can just get a few for tonight and some other days." I added.
It turned out that Damon didn't know the actual size of his wife. How shocking. He had assumed that I was the same size as Sasha and her clothes would fit me. It wasn't until I was trying out her clothes in the morning to decide on what to wear for dinner that I found out that I had fuller breasts and hips than Sasha did.
If only I had the time to adjust the clothes, we wouldn't be here shopping for a dress to wear for dinner with his mother. Thankfully, Sasha's shoes fit me. The last thing I wanted to hear was Damon asking for a whole shelf of shoes to be cleared for me.
"We will have everything." He said to the shop attendant as if I hadn't spoken and handed her his card. 
The shop attendant took his card with a smile that was too bright on her face and rushed to make the transaction as if she was worried I would eventually convince him not to spend his money.
I snorted, biting down on my displeasure and wondering why the rich loved wasting money.
All I needed was a sewing machine and I could make some of Sasha's clothes fit me. He just had to be a stubborn billionaire.
"Will that be all?" He asked when the shop attendant returned with his card.
I nodded. I already had my wig on, courtesy of Hart. I had shoes and dresses that I still felt were too much for me. I wondered if he would let me leave with them when our deal was over or if he would want them to be left in Sasha's closet. I imagined myself leaving with the clothes since they were bought for me and decided not to complain. I would take whatever he wanted to get for me though I doubted I would have the confidence to wear such luxury clothes when I got back to being Nora.
We left the store and headed home, the air thick with uncomfortable silence. 
"My mother should be here in the next three hours. Be ready by then." He said as Hart parked the car.
I nodded, knowing he wasn't telling me to be done dressing up in the next three hours. I reminded myself of the names I had spent all night memorizing and believed myself to be ready.
He got out of the car without waiting for me and marched toward the house, leaving me to walk after him.
He stopped suddenly just as he got to the main entrance of his mansion. "Mum?" He squeaked, his voice rising with panic.
I stopped as well, my eyes going wide as I stared at the woman smiling at us. 
What the hell was she doing here three hours earlier?