Chapter 87

• Vanessa's pov
• The soft hum of the boutique speakers played some indie jazz tune I didn’t care to know the name of. The staff trailed behind me like obedient shadows, arms heavy with clothing racks I had barely glanced at. I had no interest in most of the outfits; I just needed a distraction, something lavish and expensive to keep my mind from exploding. I had a big shoot in two days. Redemption was the goal. Elegance. Power. Perfect image.
• “Miss Sloane,” one of the stylists chirped, holding up a cream-colored dress with glass-like sequins and a thigh slit, “This just came in from Milan.”