Harper and I had been to this mall before. Once, we wanted to go in and have a look, but as soon as the sales associates saw our clothes, they wouldn't let us in.

Only the wealthiest were allowed into these stores, and each store employed a security guard wearing a black suit to stand at the door. Every store here was for a luxury designer, from Chanel to Hermes to Louboutin.

Jackson took me straight to a specific store, and everyone there gushed over him. I wasn't sure if they actually knew him or just knew who he was. He had them fit me with a custom-made dress, a pair of hand-made crystal-encrusted shoes, and a complete makeup set.

He'd brought Camille with us, and her eyes widened when he saw Jackson spending so much money on me.

I endured Camille's glare; I would have my own price to pay for all of this tomorrow at the office.

made sure my dress was adjusted just right, she opened the

***

looking down at his phone, Jackson subconsciously looked up when he heard the sound of the curtains being

custom-made strapless dress fully displayed Taya's exquisite figure; it clung to her waist

perky in the dress, and

that it was glowing. There were no flaws at

made her look refined and elegant, accentuating her

look in her eyes was

despair. This was the feeling Jackson

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