To say I spoiled Ana was a gross understatement.
We've spent an hour in Lulu Guinness, and I've purchased every bag she's bothered to pick up. The sales lady was ready to morph into a lesbian.
Five luxury handbags later, we were off to Harrods where we attracted a large crowd. People obviously recognized me, and they wondered who Ana was.
"Do you like this?" Ana asked, distracting me from my hangnail.
She was trying on a royal blue silk dress with spaghetti straps, it was tight on top and flared out the bottom.
"Very much." I grinned.
She blushed and leaned over to kiss me but then decided against it. I look over to see a bunch of teenage girls live streaming us.
For f**k's sake, why does the public have to be such a cuntblock.
Maybe they're gawking because the getup Ana sh
