Suit up Mr. Riley

Andrew

I walked in on Clarissa getting dressed. She was sliding into a light peach evening dress.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We are going to Castillos gallery for the Amerce collections preview."

"You expect me to sit at a fashion show?"

"Andrew I want Stephan Gremaúde to design my wedding dress, we have to go."

"But Clarissa." I whined.

"I dry cleaned a suit for you, go put it on. There's no discussion, we are going."

I scrunched up his face. "Fine! But only because he's designing your wedding dress."

I saw Clarissa smile, she always gets her way.