Camilla's pov
The moment Vincent agreed to take me to the banquet, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I needed a dress. Not just any dress, the perfect dress. Something that would make every head in the room turn when I walked in on Vincent's arm. I wanted the attention on me so that he would get what he was looking for and I would get what I needed, his undying love for me.
I drove straight to the boutique district, parking my Mercedes in front of Bergdorf Goodman. If I was going to make my debut as Vincent's companion at a high-society event, I needed to look the part.
The personal shopper recognized me immediately. "Mrs. Ashford! How lovely to see you. What can we help you with today?"
"I need a dress," I said. "It is for a Black tie event at The Plaza this Saturday. I want someth
