I’m grinning as I get out of his vehicle.
I close the door and wave.
I turn around to face Saks Fifth Avenue.
It’s been a while.
I could never afford to buy much at Saks at regular price, but every year, I saved up to get one designer item I coveted during their sales event.
Those days seem so far away.
My attention is snagged by a stylish woman in a red pantsuit entering the shop, carrying a crocodile skin Hermes bag.
I grimace, flashing back to that awful day at Grazie Mille.
I give the stylish woman a second glance, and pat myself on the back for selecting the best outfit I was able to hold onto––black pants, a white T-shirt that readsCôte d’Azur, Francein light blue I scored at a discount store, and black ballerinas I acquired at the same store because they had a nick in the back of one shoe. I don’t look like I’m made of money, but I look decent enough, security won’t kick me out of the store.
When I enter the store, I turn around in a circle, taking it all in. Even though it’s eleven o’clock and the store just opened, there are quite a few shoppers milling around.
There’s nothing like kicking off Saturday with some retail therapy.
Worried I’ll get thrown out of the store because I’m acting like a freak, I put an end to my gawking and head towards the escalators. I make my way to the women’s department and stroll towards the counter where a smiling brunette stands pretty.
“Hello,” I say. “I have an appointment with Judith.”
“Judith doesn’t work on this floor. She works on the designers floor.”
Dollar signs float around her head like in a cartoon.
I must’ve misheard her. “Designers floor?”As in the most expensive clothing you have in the store?
“Yes.”
Kaz has lost his mind.
It’s only one evening. Why would he invest an absurd amount of money in a dress for one evening?
“Anything else?” The woman arches a brow.
I shake my head. “No. Thanks for your help.”
As I trail to the escalators, I pull out my phone.
Harley
You never mentioned the fashion consultant you hired for me works in the high-end designers department.
SDILF
Goldilocks, unless the fashion consultant can’t deliver, which I doubt because she comes highly recommended from a few boss ladies who are members of the VIP Den, don’t text me to complain about price tags or how much money I’m willing to spend on you.
Argh.
Harley
You’re infuriating.
SDILF
