I must’ve misheard her. “Designers floor?”As in the most expensive clothing you have in the store?
“That’s what I said.”
I’m annoying her.
Why would Kaz invest an absurd amount of money in a dress for one evening? He’s lost his mind.
“Anything else?” The woman arches a brow.
I shake my head. “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, 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
Tell me something I don’t already know.
Harley
The dress is going to cost a fortune.
SDILF
Don’t fight it, Goldilocks. Enjoy the ride. FYI—I had to flip my day around. Instead of picking you up, I’ll send a car for you when you’re done.
Harley
I can take a taxi or a rideshare.
SDILF
I’ll send a car to pick you up when you’re done. Catch you later.
Yes, sir.
Since I spent yesterday with Kaz bouncing from one of his businesses to the other to get a feel for his empire and how I’ll go about creating more buzz, I’m not surprised he wouldn’t want to cross the Brooklyn Bridge back and forth today again. The traffic during rush hour extends the trip by a solid forty minutes—sometimes more.
Time to get a move on.
I arrive at the high-end designers’ department and approach a tall, blond man.
I ask him for Judith, and he tells me he’ll go get her.
As I wait, I peruse the racks, too afraid to touch any of the pricey couture.
