"Hmm, now what?" He glances across as catching me staring at him.
"Mmm…I was just thinking about how much I have loved you." I say casually.
Erm, Why suddenly hot in here?
"Babe, I know how much it is," He reaches over and rest on my bare knee.
His Bugatti Veyron was raced to the capital's busiest shopping mall.
Then he stops in front of the luxury fashion boutique that has been patronized by the socialites in the capital.
M.A.D.A.M.O.I.S.E
The store was decorated lavishly with a classic and modern exterior. From France Fashion Week's top handmade dresses to the entire European range of luxury brands, M.A.D.A.M.O.I.S.E was the capital's most elite and luxurious brand that not just anybody could enter the shop.
At least only if you have any special connection with elite or high socialite would certainly have the privilege of stepping through M.A.D.A.M.O.I.S.E doors.
