Six PM. A black Maybach pulled up in front of an upscale private styling salon in Manhattan.
I was ushered inside. Two assistants led me straight to the VIP room. The styling director wheeled in a rack of clothes, holding a single dress that had already been pressed.
"Miss Chloe, Mr. Sterling specifically requested this one."
I looked at the dress and froze.
It was a deep green silk gown. Minimalist cut, body-hugging silhouette.
A month ago, V had asked me on w******p what color clothes I liked. I'd answered casually: Deep green. It suits me best.
I watched the stylist hang the dress in the fitting room. My chest tightened.
Why would the head of Sterling Group have someone prepare a deep green dress for me? Was this a coincidence? With all the colors in the world, he picked this one
