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“I haven't decided.”

“You've avoided deciding.”

I narrow my eyes. “I don't have anything to wear.”

“I know.” A corner of his mouth lifts. “Come with me.”

Forty minutes later, I'm standing outside a store that looks like it requires a bank account check just to breathe near the door.

I turn to him slowly. “No.”

“Yes.”

I shake my head. My whole body might be trembling. “I don't look fine for… this,” I gesture wildly at the building, the glass,the people inside who all look like they’ve never experienced financial anxiety in their lives.

Ethan studies me. “Addy.”

“Yes?”

“Come inside.”

He doesn’t move, just waits, which is somehow worse.

“Fine,” I mutter.

We step inside, and immediately, I feel like I’ve entered another dimension. Everything is soft, quiet, expensive in a way that doesn’t scream it.

A woman appears within seconds, perfectly dressed, perfectly composed, smiling like she’s been expecting us. “Mr. Strong.”

“Isabelle,” he says with a slight nod.

“And you must be Addy,” she says, turning to me with a warm smile that somehow makes me feel both seen and mildly evaluated.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m trying not to panic.”

She laughs softly. “You’re in the right place.”

I’m not convinced.

Ethan gestures slightly. “We’re looking for something for the gala.”

Isabelle’s eyes flick back to me with immediate understanding. “Of course. Come with me.”

This is how I die.

I follow anyway.

Isabelle leads us past the main showroom and down a quieter hallway lined with muted lighting and framed sketches.

“I reserved the private suite for you,” she says easily. “You’ll have complete privacy back here.”

Of course Ethan reserved a private suite.

The room she opens into is larger than my first apartment. Plush carpet. Mirrors framed in soft gold. A raised fittingplatform. A seating area tucked near the windows with champagne chilling in a silver bucket because apparently, rich people hydrate exclusively through intimidation.

I look at Ethan. “This feels expensive.”

“It is,” he says calmly.