We stopped at Gucci and I walked in welcomed by the doorman and three women promptly ready to serve me when a limousine arrived outside their address. Gucci was the clear choice of course. It was Damien’s favorite clothes brand. I had several dresses back at my apartment that were all Gucci. I wore them when I wanted to tease him, and I always had the desired effect when I did.
“If I may make a suggestion.” Collin offered pulling a silver dress off of a hanger.
“No, you may not. Thank you. I know what I am doing.” I said definitively ignoring him.
Collin might have great taste in clothes, yes, but I know what looks best on me. And, unfortunately, what Damien’s tastes are. I walked straight over to the blue section of dresses. I know my own colors thank you very much Mr. Whit
