Ava Grayson was her father's wealth in flesh and blood.
Her whole being and everything around her screamed wealth.
The closet she had walked into was a tastefully furnished double walk-in closet with marble floors and walls. Different colors and types of shoes were neatly arranged on the left, from top rack to bottom.
Clothes were on the right, and wristwatches and perfumes were on the shelf facing the door.
She was never going to be bothered about clothes, shoes, and the likes of them all her life.
She picked out a red short-sleeved suit and black stilettos to match, then a gold Cartier wristwatch and she was good to go. She let her hair fall to her shoulders and tucked it in behind her ears.
She picked up her handbag and ran down the stairs. She had leftover waffles i
