"HUH… I knew he was to blame." Charlotte sighed.
She had breakfast alone at his grand dining table, chewing silently, wondering where he'd gone. Finally she was done. The maids who served her led her outside to the parking lot. She stood waiting as she was told to do.
She pinched on the Jean jacket. The branded bag which she had his maid bring up to her was a pair of Jean pants, a white Shirt, Jean jacket and sneakers.
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SOFT bumps here and there, blowing horns from different cars and then a slight bend at the corner with the rest of the convoy following from behind.
Charlotte's eyes flickered at the structure before them. She had heard of the popular BD Woman luxury collection from her colleagues at the bar. A top brand boutique. As the cars hault, Wesley pulled out to get the door, she watched him be a gentleman. He flashed a smile at her and urged her with his hands leading through the main entrance.
