“I love drag,” she admitted without embarrassment. “We should take in the next show. I’d love to watch it with you.”
“Okay,” he shrugged no longer fazed by the woman his wife had become. “We will go.” As his assistant and his wife both hopped up and down like schoolgirls, he rolled his eyes. “Focus,” he clapped his hands. “My wife needs to see her new wardrobe.”
“I put her in the strapless lace bra and thong,” Samuel was suddenly all business as he snapped for Esme to bring rack number one closer. “We’ll start with work clothes, move to the casual clothes and then dinner, dancing, evening wear. Lingerie,” he looked to Alessandro, “I’ve had packed up in boxes and will allow you to get your own fashion show at home. We don’t need to be part of it.” He turned to Mackenna, “I know you’re hu
