Chapter 88 Done Being Nice to a Jerk

• Purses. Shoes. Everything came perfectly paired, as if selected by a personal stylist.
• Shawn, ever the gentleman, offered his opinions at the side—but every time he said something looked great, I picked the opposite. I bought only what I liked. He was clearly frustrated, though he didn't say a word.
• "Mr. Hartwell, your wife has such flawless skin," someone finally said, unable to hold back. A dress in a turquoise color—not easy to carry—looked downright refreshing on me.