Amy’s POV

"Why are we going shopping again?" I asked, feeling like a wide-eyed kid. It was the third or fourth time I’d questioned him.

"You need the costumes to match if you are going to play the role of my lover," Antonio replied.

"I’m actually fine with anything you give me," I said, not wanting to be a burden.

We were in the back of one of his many cars. I had seen his garage; it was filled with extremely expensive vehicles I had only ever seen randomly on the road or in the glossy pages of magazines. He elaborated that I had to keep up with the status...