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My eye has been twitching since I woke up this morning, that is a bad sign. I went to bed last night with an uneasy feeling in my guts. Rob has not been responding to my messages, Pete has not been answering my calls, and worse of all, Florence has been texting me nonstop. Gosh!!, what kind of a mess did I get myself into right now?

My phone buzzes again signaling a message, I check it and it is from Florence. Ignoring it, I start arranging the outfit I will be wearing to work today.

Staring at my Wardrobe, I take in the expensive array of clothes I now own, all thanks to Robert. On our trip to Paris last month, he insisted on shopping for me and it was wonderful. A private showroom at the “house of CB”, my favorite cloth brand.

I felt like a Barbie doll In a dress house, the personal shopper ( Bridget ) Robert hired was like my very own Cinderella fairy godmother. She knew exactly what to bring and match, but the best part was the look on Robert’s Whenever I came out with a new ou