I floated through the expensive mall, a silent bodyguard walking behind me. I hardly paid him nay attention and let myself get lost in the beauty of the place.
The hushed whispers of luxury boutiques seemed to sing to me, each window display a tempting invitation. Today's shopping trip, like so many others, was a lavish gift from Thomas Rowler.
He was a mayoral candidate that I had met at a gay bar on a particular thirsady night a year ago and he had taken a liking to me. A liking that came with its ups and downs but the ups were a blessing that I had never expected to have.
My hands, adorned with delicate and expensive rings, drifted over racks of couture, selecting pieces with an almost sacred touch. Once upon a time, I had ever really window shopped for things like this but now, here I was touching it.
A shimmering , purple, silk blouse here, a perfectly tailored blazer there. Each item was beautiful and called to me; Called to the woman that I was slowly becoming and I loved i
