Chapter 208

• I told Sophie that I'd broken down my car and had taken a taxi. We pulled one over and hailed it to the shopping centre. In the clothing department, I pointed to the racks with my hand. "You're a woman, so you have better taste than me. Pick some outfits, and I'll choose for myself."
• Sophie had lost her memory, but her sense of fashion, developed during her time with Edward—whom purchased her pricey attire—remained. She immediately scanned several pieces that were her style. But she wasn't shopping for herself. She needed to find something Clara would approve of.
• "Brother Rupert," she asked hesitantly. "Do you have a picture of your fiancée? I could choose something more suitable for her if I could see her attitude."