Chapter Fifteen.

I was coming down the stairs as I was starting to get bored from locking myself up in my room all day when I saw different faces coming in and out of the house. Each of them held a rack containing very fancy female wears, I wondered who they were for.

There were about ten different people I had seen. Four people each stood by a rack, two held different boxes that seemed to contain shoes while the remaining three had different bags with them from top brands I had read about in news articles.

"What's going on?" I asked one of the maid that stood beside me.

Not just her but everyone else stood at attention with their hands forward, one palm ontop the other.

All she could say was that Mr Moretti had given orders for everyone to assemble and she did not know for what reason he had said so.

I looked away from her back to everything that layed before me screaming high class fashion. My hands itched to have a feel of them.

Without second guessing, I moved by each rack, touching every single c