MIMI

I opened the double doors as my stylist and personal assistant follow me into my walk in closet. There i met eyes with Harriet, one of the most famous designers in the country. She gave me a small bow before escorting me to a rack of clothes she had brought for me to try.

My P.A. pulled out a chair for me as I sank into it, and my stylist knelt to slip off my shoes. Harriet stepped forward, carrying a red strapless gown with an illusion neckline her own design carefully embroidered across the fabric.

I studied the dress, every stitch and pattern down to the sorry excuse...