“Your…son,” Reagan looked at the young boy again. There was definitely a strong resemblance. “I see. What kind of event are you attending?”
“An opening for an art gallery,” Julius said, taking out his phone to show him a picture he snapped at the last store. “This is what the ladies are wearing.”
The image showed Macey in an off-the-shoulder, forest green gown. It flared just below her hips, giving her more freedom of movement than her previous dresses, though it stayed in the mermaid style which she preferred. Beside her, Aria modeled a velvet green dress with poufy shoulders and a black layered skirt. It had a lacey hem with a beaded neckline.
“So, what do you think?” Julius asked. “You got something to help us compete with that?”
Normally, when Julius shopped for suits, he
