Summer wore a Chanel white cotton midi dress and carried its white double-breasted blazer on her arm. The other four bags that Valentine brought the evening before had matching accessories, a handbag, perfume, and white classic flats.
She wondered if he had a certain preference for that particular brand. But all in all, everything was simple and elegant, it was very much up to her taste, and it was certainly something she'd imagine him instructing somebody else to get on his behalf.
"How do I look?" She asked her brother as soon as she left her room, ready to go.
'Like an angel,' Gabe thought to himself, but he gave her a disapproving look instead, "Exactly how much is all of this, Summer,"
"...I understand where you're coming from, I really do, I just don't find it strange at all for him to want me to dress a certain way as I'll be next to him throughout the entire event, this is mostly for his image," she said with pure conviction.
"…"
