I looked at the dresses on the mannequins, and they were all extravagant wedding gowns—white silk dresses, with lace and many layers that made them look enormous. Although I thought they were beautiful, they weren't my style at all. I continued walking and looking at the clothes racks. A woman approached me and then looked at Sebastian, who was perfectly handsome and neat, but with a casual shirt sleeved up to his elbows and stained with dirt. The woman was giving him a sidelong glance with a judgmental look that I couldn't stand.
"Hey," I said, and the girl turned around. "Can you get my friend a nice shirt? He needs a change after making millions a month."
The girl's eyes widened, and she quickly hurried to another part of the store. I stood looking at the dresses until I finally spott
