Armani’s pov
After seeing how Catherine looked at me after I wore a few outfits, I couldn’t help but feel impressed that I had a little effect on her. She was always fighting and arguing with me, and in as much as she annoyed me and we always had to banter one way or the other, it was a nice change of attitude, even though it was for a brief second. It got me hot so I decided she couldn’t see me look affected, and that was why I made her to go get me a drink.
I was already back inside the changing room trying more clothes that seemed like I wouldn’t need her help with rating them. She must’ve been back from getting me the drink. I felt my lips tilt in a small smile before I could stop myself. When I noticed, I shook my head and forced a frown.
I put on a sleeveless top and a random jea
