Chapter 12

[Sydney–Earlier that Evening]

“What about this one?” I twirl in front of a mirror. Atlas is standing to the side, speaking with the shop attendant.

He looks up from his phone briefly, giving a weak thumbs up.

Sighing, I go back into the dressing room, shaking my head at his inattentiveness. To be fair he didn’t ask to be here, but after his last-minute invitation, I guilted him into giving me a ride.

Making a decision, I picked the dress that got the most reaction from Atlas, a gold lame ensemble dripping with crystals and gold sequins.

As I go up to the counter to pay, I realize I must have forgotten my credit card at home. “Oh shoot,” I swear, turning to the shopkeeper. “Can you just put this on hold for me? Last name, Bryant.”

“What’s wrong,” hearing my distress Atlas puts down his phone. “Don’t you need that dress for tonight?”

“I forgot my card at the office,” I sigh, showing him the inside of my empty wallet.

“Not a problem,” he pulls a platinum card from his inside co