Collins, the Cartier designer we met this morning had a private car sent for Ethan and I to pick us up at the hotel for tonight’s Charity gala. Ethan made sure while I got into the car, he helped me hold up the side of my gown, and making sure it didn’t hook on anything that would cause a nasty tear on the silk fabric. It was either the designers, Sophia or me holding it myself, never a man himself.
“Do you always dress like a queen when you attend events like these, tesoro?” he asked once he was seated next to me and the door closed behind him. “It depends on the event itself; sometimes Sophia would pick my outfits, sometimes I’d have people to dress me for an event.” I explained, putting both my hands on my Burberry clutch while the car began picking up its pace.
“So what sort of event
