ANNABEL
I was standing in front of a gigantic building and it wasn't just that, I was standing in front of the best clothing brands in the world, and we were walking in like we owned the place. NO—he was walking in like he owned the place.
"You own here?"
I asked, looking around like a lost puppy and I noticed his stare on me, light but yet caused an effect that made my pulse quicken.
"Hmmmm, not my thing, not my style."
He said, holding my hands while we walked past some rich women who had men carry their heavy shopping bags while they strutted away catwalking with practiced elegance.
"I don't think it's wise you holding my hands."
I whispered to him, not that I was uncomfortable that he was holding my hands but I was scared of anyone I know walking right into me and seeing the sit
