CHRISTIANA'S POV

My eyes twitched as soon as I saw the many outfits brought into the room--designer bags, shoes, perfume. I watched in awe as ladies dressed professionally brought them all in with a blank expression on their faces.

Andrew had told me last week that his company was holding a charity event and I needed to look my best because elites would be attending. He comes out of the bathroom with grey sweatpants and a white vest, a towel hanging around his neck.

"They are here already," he spoke, walking closer to me. "Do you like them?" he questioned, pulling me closer.

"Do you really have to get this...