Chances are he knows Agatha A. Her flagship store is here, in SoHo, in Manhattan. She has a couple of outlets, one in LA, another in London, Paris, Berlin... But mostly, you come to New York if you want real choice or something bespoke.
I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe.
Then I open them.
Me
So, you didn't pay a fortune. I know the brand. And the infamous price tags.
Alex
I didn't sell a kidney or a big toe. We can return it and shop at Dots and Bows if you like.
I laugh as he names a low-end chain of fashion knockoffs.
Me
Maybe you just bought this bag and did that.
Alex
You will never know.
Me
Thank you. It's the thought that counts.
But I mean the thank you even as I wait for the other shoe to plummet to the ground.
Alex
Wear them tonight.
Me
I don't have an expensive enough dress.
Alex
You don't need a dress. Just heels if you have them. Nothing else.
My heart slams against my ribs.
Nothing. Else.
Anticipation rushes through my veins.
Me
Why? What's the plan?
Alex
Be dressed, sitting on your bed in those exact things by nine.
Me
And?
